From “Healer” Book Three of Moon Rising Trilogy
“Watch it!” Wisdom smacked a crab with his staff while stuffing the prized flute back in his pouch. “Snap out of it!” Backhanding a sailor was one way to get his attention. The other came from a blood-curdling scream.
Crimson mixed with seawater rolled about deck. One man dropped to his knees and crawled away from a Shell, part of his pants-leg missing – as was his foot.
Wisdom cursed and cast a hand in the crab’s direction. Anger fueled a clap of energy that smashed the creature against the ship’s railing. It was just enough force to push a hole through the wood, and receive a harsh word from Josephine.
One gone. Ten more to go! Wisdom counted those crawling around deck. He noticed the crew, having come out of their trance, desperately swinging buckets, mops, anything they could fight with. Yet, these were not trained warriors. They had not come prepared to defend against sea creatures. As more crabs joined the first set, a lot of men began retreating to higher locations.
“Wisdom!” Josephine cried.
Too late, the prince’s staff was wrenched from his grasp. While the staff clattered one way, Wisdom was thrown another. He hit the deck hard, pulling himself up to the sound of snapping pinchers thrust toward his face. It never touched him, for defensive energy instinctively threw the thing back.