"Malachi, stop it! The scum is dead already! Stop it now!"
"Young master Robin is right, let go of him now Malachi," said a sailor.
Everyone could tell that Malachi was using the dead djinn as a punching bag as a means of venting his frustrations.
"He's no longer with us and you won't get the answers you seek," scolded one of the crew while removing the djinn's body.
The one talking had to use brute force to remove the dead man from out of Malachi's reach.
Another deck hand rushed forward and grabbed Malachi's shoulder, holding him firmly until his bloodlust calmed down.
The passageway that had felt like a raging inferno a few minutes ago had cooled down sufficiently from the water released by Oceanus magical powers.
Andras was going to have a fit when he saw the estimate to repair the damage done to this section of the ship that had nothing to do with the battle going on upstairs.
