Grana sighed as Yoje and Jacque jumped over to attack the boat on the right. "Well, so much for reacting." Grana shrugged before smiling mischeviously. There's nothing else to it, I suppose. Attack, attack, attack!" Grana walked up until he stood upon the masthead. He crossed his hands, facing the palms towards himself as he waited for the Marines to attack. He didn't have to wait long, as the left hand boat was more than happy to oblige by firing two cannonballs in short order. Grana reacted just as quickly, his left hand lashing out as if to catch the cannonball. One of his portals formed and consumed the first cannonball, spitting it back out at the boat on the right as Grana spread his right arm out toward the right boat. The second cannonball followed the first, both crashing into the cannon room of the Marine ship, a few feel above the waterline. To any onlookers, it would appear as if the cannonball had shot through the yacht and had continued through without doing any damage. Grana grinned as he began to yell out to the Marines. "I am the Phantom Magician, and I am in charge of steering this ghost ship! If you want to catch us, well..." Grana laughed devilishly before continuing, "You'll have to hit us first!"
At the end of his speech, Grana kicked a nearby cannonball to get it rolling, right into another one of his portals. It reappeared about two yards above the deck and fell into the original portal once more, picking up speed as it fell. Grana nodded appreciatively once it had reached a respectable speed, and caused a third portal to launch the cannonball at the left hand Marine ship's cannon room. Grana did this twice more before he was satisfied with the results. "Perfect. Now they're too scared to fire in case they hit each other, and even if they weren't, it doesn't matter much when the cannons are destroyed anyway. I think it's time to start the real fun."
Grana chuckled before grabbing a nearby ripe and walking back slowly. "Physics is fun." Grana grinned before sprinting for the edge of the boat, using his momentum and the rope's arc to launch him toward the left hand Marine ship. Grana drew his blades as he let go of the rope. "Behold, the unstoppable spear of the heavens..." Grana intoned before disappearing into one more portal. The marines looked around wildly as Grana reappeared right above them, rocketing down to earth. "Gungnir!" Grana roared. He repeatedly stabbed downward with the tanto while making large arcs with the katana, to ensure few escaped. Once Grana hit the ground, he shrunk his body as the Marines surged forward. They were pushed back as Grana spun around, the air screaming in pain as the twin blades scythed through it. Grana straightened up and began to walk forward slowly. "Let me show you why I'm called the Phantom... Magic-Magic: Phantom Step." Grana continued hacking his way forward. Whenever a Marine tried to attack Grana, that unlucky soul would usually find his own blade in his neck. Grana was careful not to let anyone get behind him as he attacked, usually executing a spin move whenever someone got too close. Grana kept a close eye on the boat, making sure the gap didn't build up too much as he tried to buy some time.
