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[center][h3]--Liverpool - The Galley--[/h3][/center]
[color=d62524][b]"Oh~?"[/b][/color] The blonde mage giggled in curious mirth as the pirate captain was aware enough to respond to her blood arrows, even using the Indian warrior's body as an unwitting shield. Now, while she personally wouldn't feel all that guilty if she committed friendly fire, pragmatic logic dictated one should strive to minimize such blunders as no one would want to cooperate with a rabid dog who couldn't discern friend from foe.

As such, Erzsébet waved her left hand, commanding the crimson projectiles to change course. She then took a moment to analyze the situation. Bone Chimes' fleshweaving power was at full display here, using his extra limbs to compensate going against two melee combatants simultaneously. However, if there was one weakness she could theorize was that unlike her blood objects, those flesh constructs were very much part of James' body, and wounding them would hurt him all the same. It was time to test this hypothesis.

Manipulating her projectiles, they coalesced together to form a single, larger barbed spearhead, then this blood-made javelin would aim to skewer James' oversized eyeball. If the maneuver was successful, hopefully the combination of the pain and disorientation from suddenly losing his extra sense would ensure Shiara's daggers to land a clean hit or two, [i]or[/i] her daggers would ensure her spear would land, either would work, all the while Iava continued occupying his primary attention.

And of course, should any of them bleed, that'd just mean more fuel for Erzsébet to utilize. After all, blood is mana and mana is blood.