It didn't take long before the red pirate was able to get a hang of her surroundings.  It was even less time before she noticed the pirate she fell into starting to move forward to grab his rifle.  She couldn't allow that so she got on her knees, and jammed her fist right about between his legs.  He didn't take that vary well.  He took it like an old wooden bridge would've taken a falling mountain, that is to say he went down and he went down fast.  

As tempting as it was to laugh Abigail decided to force the mirth down because her survival depended on keeping a straight face.  "Damn it!"  Abigail muttered as she started getting to her feet, but remembered about the rifles being readied to fire and thought better of it.  "Damn it again."  She kept crouched as she looked around.  A few men were down, probably because Zypha.  The long perfect slash marks on their chest and neck seemed to be her work.  So who'd that leave?  

Her eyes quickly settled on the men who were raising their rifles to fire at her partner.  "Three damns it a row.  Damn it universe you're really trying my patience."  She raised her left hand, the one with the electricity, hoping desperately she'd be able to knock the enemy closer to her into the one further than her.