Croma stood up relaxing her body a bit to sigh, realizing that she ruined a chance to get some good Intel in any case with three prisoners running amok the captain would surely come out and handle the situation. The swordswoman leaned against the wall, grabbing at her stomach having pushed herself today on an empty stomach being completely exhausted was starting to finally take its toll, she swings in the future we're going to be much weaker, but as always she forced herself to her feet and ran up the stairs.  Once she got above deck looking around at the groups of random pirates fighting with other pirates, from the cannon fire earlier they were under attack something that more than likely aided in their escape. Readying herself once again Croma charged at a large group of pirates that wore the same colors as the jailers.

“Unsheathe style: Ten thousand beatings” she yelled, swinging her sword and a series of swings and jabs putting more force in the attack itself being that she wanted to knock them all out before her strength fails her again.