[indent][color=sienna]"You're really causing a mess of things for us, you know."[/color][/indent]

Abigail would find herself in an identical situation to Zypha, now trapped in a room with her respective opponent, and the woman would find herself being stared down by a massive suit of armor bearing the Marine crest, and faint trails of steam coming from the joints. Whoever was inside was completely covered, so exactly [i]who[/i] she was fighting wasn't obvious. Not that it mattered; once the door slammed behind Abigail, the figure cleared their throat, crossing the arms, a puff of steam coming from above the shoulders as the suit prepared itself.

[color=sienna]"So, the pirates come along playing heroes against our little operation. I didn't think the lot of you would make it this far! For what you're trying to do, you should even feel a little proud. And while you're definitely going to come out of this a prisoner or a corpse, how about I show you some good grace. If you worship something, go ahead and pray. If you have any final questions or requests, go ahead and ask. Once you're done with all of that, then you can pick up that sword and fight me."[/color]

The pirate could almost feel the grin from beneath the helmet as the marine pointed at the door behind her with one hand, the other at the armor's breastplate. [color=sienna]"Someone like you won't be able to run from me with that seastone door behind you. And I bet you won't even be able to crack my Aesir Armor! So when you fight, better do it well, 'cause it'll be your last!"[/color]