Gar nodded at Isabeau's words, even as he fired one of his pistol-muskets at a mercenary, severing his arm at the shoulder. He quickly holstered the weapon and made his way through the combat.
Indeed, the big one seemed to be a point of cinfidence for the mercenaries. He struck down a pirate, laughing like a braggart as he waded into combat. Perhaps it was through sheer bloodlust that he didn't notice Gar until the ogre was upon him, and when he did notice, he was oddly silent.
The man was indeed a beast, standing at more than six and a half feet tall and rippling with muscle. Indeed, he might have been the biggest man the mercenaries had to offer. However, Gar stood a full foot taller than him, and was considerably larger.
If anything, the man needed credit for his spirit, as he charged Gar like he would any other opponent. Gar parried the man's swing with his anchor blades, catching the sword and bringing the man close. A headbutt from Gar sent the man reeling, clutching at his shattered nose, and with a yell loud enough to catch the entire boat's attention, Gar grappled the man and lifted him clear over his head, slamming him down headfirst on the deck with a sickening crack.