Missed, missed, missed...and missed. Well, okay, that last one clipped his arm. I guess he gets points for that.

Liam glared in the man's general direction as he finally removed the sword and was sent toppling backwards by the momentum. Great time to draw attention to me. Circling around the last of Julius's men cautiously, not wanting to get into the pilot's (he seemed to be the pilot?) line of fire, if you could call it a line, he figured the best option was to hurl the sword with all his strength at the man's head.

Which he did.

With some luck, the pommel managed to strike him on the ear, and the man collapsed sideways. ...That worked, I guess. I'll have someone else finish him off.

Then he remembered Julius, and here he was, twenty feet away from his more trusted weapon.

As quickly as she could without ever having been inside of a ship before - she only had to double back and change direction a couple of times - Aria brought the catalyzer to the engine room. At first glance, the ship's engine looked like an impossible puzzle of wires and oddly shaped metal bits. The more she looked at it, however, the more it made sense to her. It was only a matter of finding what wasn't connected to something else. The only empty slot in the rig happened to be an exact catalyzer-shaped hole, which she fitted the piece into. She stepped back as the engine whirred to life and began to turn.

Aria had barely been keeping herself upright, but the heavy vibration of the ship beneath her feet rattled through her and toppled her to the floor. She stayed on her side, grateful for the rest, and closed her eyes.

Nearly face-to-face with the newest arrival, Julius ignored his men writhing on the floor and kicked the sword to the side. He stared Liam down and raised a pistol level with his head. Before he could think about firing, a shaking hand grabbed the fabric of his pants. One of his men moaned with a mouth full of blood, his eyes rotted into their sockets. Every orifice of his body was leaking, as though his insides had turned to goo.

"Damnit, don't touch me!" Julius desperately kicked the rotting body away, and stumbled as the ship juttered to life.