[h1][color=cfb5c3]Iava Mehta[/color][/h1][hr]
Another clash, and this time she felt herself grow familiar with the weight behind the pirate's weapon. The fervor of battle flowed through her like a current, guiding her downstream to him. Iava raised her sword to strike, though this time the knife whizzing past caught her eye and made her falter. 

She hummed. An inadequate swordsman would have blundered by now. Combined with the fact that it had been three-on-one, it took a true fighter to treat the situation as he was. He'd known his limits well and didn't let a single bit of knowledge go to waste. It was safe to say that Iava would remain impressed by him regardless of how the battle went. She kept her sword as the ready as he spoke,

[b]"Better not get too reckless, mercenary. If you pass out from blood loss you're no help to these two."[/b]

[color=cfb5c3]"So you'd think,"[/color] Iava replied, shrugging off the judge of character. It'd been nothing more than a superficial comment. For if the man's words held any merit behind them, he'd not have been judging the girl's power so lightly. Or perhaps he simply hadn't caught on yet. Regardless, after what she'd seen, she held no doubts of the witch's abilities. Thankfully, because the englishman made sure there would be no time for doubts.

Iava would have caught a mouthful of whatever he spit at her had she not been so terse. She used both hands to bring up her sword, protecting her face whilst she crouched off to the side. The projectile bought enough time to stall Iava as the summoner began her own assault. She found her teammate beginning her own retreat as she began a move of her own.

Still crouched, she propelled forward with a burst of speed, darting towards the captain's right flank. Omen slicing through the air in a precise arc aimed towards Bone Chime's knee. The energy behind it was fierce, almost explosive, her blade's edge gleaming as it sought to break his defenses.