[h1][color=cfb5c3]Iava Mehta[/color][/h1][hr]
The clash lit Iava's spirit ablaze. [i]Heavy,[/i] was what she'd thought of her adversary's spikes. [i]Hard[/i], too, since they're bone, and they couldn't go anywhere since they grew out of him. A true extension of the body. She could be colored impressed. 

Not impressed enough to be blind to a direct strike. She would have done something like bring her sword up to reflect... [i]if[/i] she could have died. Being without risk, she decided to press her luck. Iava's momentum carried her off-balance after the clash. She grounded herself firmly with her heel and turned on it, shifting her stance in the face of the thrust. 

Though the captain's strike was true. Bone sliced through Iava halfway through her rotation to her right, driving through her leather cuirass with relative ease. The edge bit into her side and drew blood. Blood came with a sharp intake of breath, being more than welcomed by the warrior knowing who she was with. The threat of impalement subsiding allowed her to get a fuller view of the pirate's magic on display, the large tentacle shooting out, and she'd caught a flash - knives and the young woman from before, primed to close the distance. She was grounded now, thusshe must occupy the man some more. 

With a twisting motion she'd whipped the sword through the air, a vicious glint of steel poised straight for the Chime's neck.