[center][h2][color=lightsteelblue][ Shiara Cazarin ][/color][/h2][/center]

Shiara watched with interest as the blood mage controlled one of the sailors into the cell, and had him slit his neck.  Underhanded, yes -- not to mention ethically questionable, but this was pirates they were talking about, so that was a given.  He revived, of course, and proceeded to flee the scene.  Shiara shook her head.  One less in the competition for a berth.

Then the foreign woman stepped forward into the cell.  Shiara followed, though not as closely.  It would be tight quarters for a three-on-one fight in that area.  Hopefully she could stay out of reach of the unarmed captain.

Or perhaps not unarmed -- bone poles with spikes emerged from Bone Chime's wrists.  [i]So that's how he got his name.[/i]  It was an intriguing skill.  If he could shield himself with bone too, they might be in serious trouble.  But he didn't seem to have a shield currently, and no doubt it would take time to craft one, as it had taken time to form the spiked bone clubs.

With the foreign woman and Bone Chime mostly occupied with each other, Shiara drew two daggers from the collection in her belt.  At the same time, she half-closed her eyes.  "Senki, to me."  For a moment the young woman's whole body glowed, as the invisible thief merged with her master.  Immediately Shiara's entire posture changed.  She was always light on her feet, but now she balanced with a cat's grace, and her steps were silent as she moved a little to the side, to get a better angle on her target.

It was essential that she wait for just the right moment to throw -- when Bone Chime was occupied either attacking or defending someone else's strike.  It would probably come when he was busy with the foreign lady, but the blood mage also might give her an opportunity.  Either way, Shiara and Senki were ready to strike.