Malcolm Bright

Will and Malcolm both feel the jar of the Narrenschiff when it bumps up against the Barge. Getting up to the Deck after that is a chore, to say the least. However much trouble the infirmary was getting, that was nothing compared to the open fighting happening now. Will focused on holding onto Malcolm's hand with a death grip as he dodged fire and keeping either of them from being seen by no less than two superpowered Narrenschiff people floating in the air. Either one could crush them instantly.

He has his knife in his other hand, hoping he doesn't have to use it. Will doesn't want to fight for once. There's no righteousness here. Just a reminder of the bloody, dysfunctional lives they've long since left behind. Will instead watches the deck of the Barge swing further away and then back towards them. They may be locked in combat, but the ships aren't perfectly aligned.

"We'll jump it," he says into Malcolm's ear, tension running through every part of him. "Jump and then we'll have to run."