Letting the two fighters take point Noelle got a potion out, this one for herself. Another mix of hers, "Lavender Flow", was made to accommodate her spellcasting. It would give her a larger pool of mana to draw energy from, as well as restore some lost energy. The breton man seemed to almost gotten himself into a spot of danger, but he seemed to be a cut of a different cloth compared to the rest of the crew. He didn't go down like a chump. [i]"Guess I'll get to know him after all."[/i] Noelle smirked to herself as the trio entered another room. There was was six of the crew men ready to fight, each armed with a different assortment of weapons. But the fear in their eyes told her that they had little hopes in what was to come, and when they spoke it was less to intimidate the pirates, and more to uplift the crew. Too bad it wasn't going to be enough.

The other breton man told her and the redguard to take care of the three seamen on the right, while he takes care of the ones on the left. Hey, his funeral for trying to act tough. He went off to fight while the other three seamen braced themselves for battle. The Redguard warrior just about charged forth to attack herself when Noelle put a hand on her shoulder. [b]"Wait and watch this!"[/b] Having put her blade away to cast her spells, Noelle shot off one spell that would cause the three seamen to go into a blind fury, attacking anyone near them. Another spell Noelle casted while touching the Redguard turned the both of them invisible, leaving the three sailors to kill each other. It was almost hilarious to see the three men at each other's throats, fighting more ferociously to kill each other than they would have to kill the pirates. Of the three, the one wielding two maces was the victor, the blood of his allies dripping from his cudgels. But just as the spell faded and the horror of his actions dawned upon him, he shook and spat out blood. Protruding from his chest was a steel cutlass from the redguard warrior who had sneaked a stab through his back. The redguard kicked the dead man off her blade as Noelle reappeared, seeing that the room was cleared out with little trouble. [b]"That wasn't so tough. Now than, let's go see how the others are holding up, shall we?"[/b] Drawing her blade out, still soaking in the Lover's Spite, Noelle went to look for the next victim of their encounter.