"Maybe..." Ryu whispers quietly. He looks at the ship and shrugs. "Let me see..." Ryu struggles out of Duilin's grasp and plumits towards the ocean. Ryu closes his eyes and concentrates. Soon, he is enveloped in a faint blue aura. The aura shifts towards his back and two leathery dragon wings sprout. There are both about the size of Ryu with rune symbols on various area's etched in. He gives them a flap and starts flying quietly towards the black boat.
He glances over at the assembled grew and shivers. He knew who Draven was from the stories of the wars, but he never thought he might actually met him. This is almost too unreal, but its happening. He never actually thought he could be involved in saving the world, but here he is.
He quietly grasps the edge of the boat, about twenty yards away from where the ice warriors are. He disengages his wings and gasps for breath. He always had the ability to use those wings, but it takes too much of his ki to even fly a short distance. He shakes his head and grasps tighter with his left hand.
He looks back towards Duilin and gives him a thumbs up with his right hand. Ryu steadies himself on the edge of the boat and flicks his right wrist. Five kunai imbeed themselves in the side of the ship. Ryu reaches up and grasps one with both his hands. He steals a glance towards Draven and clears his mind.
Ryu steadily makes his way up the ship, throwing kunai whenever he needs a hand or foot hold. Soon enough, his right hands grasps on the edge of the starboard side. He steadies himself once more and flips up onto the top of the ship. He rolls and quickly grasps the hilts of both his katana's, ready to fight off anyone, but so far no one has noticed him.
He quietly does a set of handseals with both hands, moving in a blur as he soon shimmers and then disappears from sight, making his ki, chi and chakra non-visible to people. Luckily he never used magic in his life, so his magical abilites are scratch at best.
