The huge Ganmen reached down and grabbed Nia roughly, and the delicate creature writhed in silent pain. And then the Ganmen's wielder was cackling loudly--they stood there, horridly transfixed, unable to urge themselves to move.
"NIA!"
Everyone started at the cry; it was Simon, racing from the side of the deck. He was running full-pelt towards the princess and the Ganmen who held her, screaming her name like it was the only thing he could do. And for some reason, the sight of the boy who for so long had been lifeless, hollow, a mere shell of the cute, lively youth he once was, rush out in such blatant fear of what could happen if he didn't save her...
Suddenly, every soul on that ship wanted to save her as well.