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[center][h3]--Liverpool - The Galley--[/h3][/center]
Well, well, well, what's this? The oh so jovial captain was getting quite into it too, wasn't he? Yes, she recognized that unmistakable look, the thrilled grin that could only come from someone who relished in bloodshed. She had heard of this Captain Monroe, heard that he was one of her kind, those who were most alive when dancing with death.

It appeared the rumors were true after all, and the same could even be said for the Wise Woman, how unexpected. Then again, Erzsébet didn't know the expression was courtesy of the rogue spectre possessing her instead.

As the fight escalated, the trio collectively managed to keep up with the pirate captain, trading blows, scratches, and lacerations. But then, the Raider who she assumed to be the most physically durable amongst them took a pair of nasty stabs from Bone Chime's... bones. Mmm... those looked quite urgent, but it did force him to stay put.

Force... aha~

With a wider sly grin, the Sanguineus Maleficarum let her chakrams dissolve back into droplets and return to her, meanwhile she concentrated all of her focus to dig deep into the veins in Bone Chime's palms and wrists. Against the 'arcane-touched', her puppeteering technique would be significantly dampened by their innate resistance to magical intrusion, but by narrowing all of her efforts into just a select part of their body, the Blood Witch could still exert her influence for a brief yet crucial period.

Thus, with invisible puppet strings hooked on James' upper arms, she [i]compelled[/i] those limbs of his to remain where they were, robbing the captain's faculty over his own hands for a few seconds, hopefully enough time for Shiara's throat-slitting pounce to proceed uninterrupted.