Abigail watched Zypha rush to attack the turtle opponent, confident in her friend's ability.  So it came as somewhat of a surprise that the end result of the assault was her only crew mate tied up with the last remaining marine enemy on the island.  She shouldn't have been surprised.  The MArine leader was a step above the rest, but she was, and that pissed her off. 

Fist clenched at her side.  "Oh god's damn it!"  She bit her teeth and power started surging out of her like two fuzzy blankets after a tumble in the dryer.  "There's always got to be something in the way hasn't there."  Then she smiled.  "Well, then we'll play that game."  She held up her open palm and started sliding to the left, but she didn't let her hand waver an inch from its target.  

"Zypha, keep him there.  I'm going to grab my sword and shove it as far into one of that bastard's holes as far as it'll go.  Sounds good?"  She kept on sliding the shorter way towards her blade.  "And then, just to make sure he doesn't survive that I'm going to fry him from the inside.  What with his body being as good as an insulator it is, I'm sure no more than a few sparks will make it to you."