Anna shrugged backwards and screeched as the parrying dagger slammed into her lower torso, round about where her kidney should have been. Rather than seeing the immediate growing mark of red that should have heralded her near immediate death however, it seemed as if more water simply spouted from the wound. The tendril poised to strike at the captain splashed onto the sand, forgotten as Anna removed the offending object from her body with a cry and launched it into the sand with disdain. She looked away from her torso, hatred in her eyes, as she caught sight of the sprawled captain staring back at her. There was a nasty tear in her dress and water poured from the area like blood, the wound behind the deluge hidden by its ferocity. Then, like someone had turned off the faucet, it petered out, leaving only smooth skin in its place. 

“You loathsome man!” Anna screamed at him, picking up where she left off as she thrust out her left hand palm forward, causing a rut in the sand beneath her all the way to her target. In an explosion of sand and liquid she sent a great torrent of water splashing at the pirate, it was not unlike blasting him with a riot hose and the effects would likely be similar.