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

It was fascinating to watch Bone Chime at work, as he circled and dodged.  But Shiara had no time to admire his skill.  The long tentacle he'd fashioned, six feet long and tipped with bone, was a serious issue.  She deflected the bone spike with one of her knives, stepping forward and aside, aiming to come in close enough to cut a few feet of tentacle clean off with her other knife.  Succeed or fail, her next target was the eye watching her -- a thrown knife would do to take it out cleanly.  She followed that throw with another, aimed at the closer of his normal eyes.  

It was a fraction of a moment before she was armed again, two more knives from her belt held one in each hand.  Erzsébet's blood darts lingered in the air, and the foreign woman was still engaging Bone Chime up close.  Shiara went to circle behind the pirate captain, ready for any more eyes that might pop out of his body.  If he tried that trick again he'd find himself with another eye full of knife in short order.

She wished she had a fully crafted golem on her, but it was risky carrying such things around.  Bones and obsidian could be explained away as jewelry making materials.  A golem was much harder to justify.  Damn the church anyhow.