Horace didn't flinch as the one that looked like a potato pointed his wand at him. 'You'd be better pointing your cock at me as that thing' he snapped in his harsh scottish brogue. 'It would have more effect and it couldn't be any more shriveled'. He ignored the very obvious threat from the auror's wand. He had had little respect for society when he had lived in it, and time had not improved his veneration. The wand trained on him didn't stop him from moving and his long legs took him to the place where the 'teeth' had come in contact with the other vessel forming the sort of air lock that allowed him to access the deck of the other vessel. There was no sign of obvious damage yet, it was clear that the spells had been intended for organic suppression and so had had no effect on the metallic maw, for which he was grateful.
'Which one of ye is in charge- or maybe the least incompetent?' he snapped, glancing between the two older men, ignoring the cowering photographer. It was a miracle that one hadn't pissed himself there was no chance he was in charge. Almost automatically he glanced at the older male, almost expecting to hear that he was the captain.
'Which one of ye is in charge- or maybe the least incompetent?' he snapped, glancing between the two older men, ignoring the cowering photographer. It was a miracle that one hadn't pissed himself there was no chance he was in charge. Almost automatically he glanced at the older male, almost expecting to hear that he was the captain.