Those puppets and clowns were still in midair when they began to bare their fangs and claws, emitting shrill laughter that sent a chill down even the bravest spine. Among them were likely blood-and-flesh avatars split from the Bone-Eating Clown, capable of temporarily replacing the original to unleash the combat power of a Third Order clown. Byron had no intention of letting these sinister things land on his ship.
"Musketeers, line up on deck and fire!"
Aside from the cannon crews who continued their barrage, all surviving crew members formed up according to the new tactics, raising their muskets and pulling the triggers.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...
Bright orange flames burst forth as a swath of scorching iron pellets sprayed towards the puppets and clown crew members in the air.
