Elletra spun and danced, a slim figure in the melee weaving a pattern of steel around herself. She heard Hawkeye’s gun go off another few times, and then six quick shots. Despite herself, she twisted around to see him engaged sword-to-sword with a man easily a foot taller. She didn’t have a chance to dwell on this, however, as another man with a club spotted her momentary distraction and rushed her, forcing her to skip back and dodge the blow.
Attention shifting back, she suddenly found herself in a bad position; a pair of crew with swords joined the club-wielding man and advanced on her. Occupied with keeping out of their range, she barely heard the soft but familiar sound of metal brushing against leather in time.
Elletra hit the deck moments before Hawkeye’s revolver flickered from its holster to a firing position. He dropped them without a pause, holstered the weapon and grabbed her hand, helping her up and pulling them back towards the side rail.