Darn, she could have made some beli there. Well, no matter.

Redwell was a pretty big fellow, bigger than Carl for certain. She also got the impression that he was a fair deal stronger than him as well. Given his apparent lack of anything resembling charisma, he would certainly have to be the toughest guy here to maintain control. Furthermore, his crew had encircled her from every side. ...That was actually a pretty good place for them all to be.

"Oh, I will ya," she responded, quickly breaking free of the ropes binding her wrists. She recalled that she was supposed to make it convincing, but it didn't really matter at this point.

The pirates surrounding her responded almost instantly despite her ease of escape, their blades closing in on her and the hammers of their pistols lowering. For her it was like watching someone move (ironically) as if they were underwater. Planting her feet firmly to the deck, Siobhan drove her fist down into the naked air beneath her.

In that moment the ring of pirates were stopped in their tracks. Their bodies then began to bend and contort in ways even a master Yogi could never hope to achieve. Finally, they were all blasted backwards; most falling overboard in the process, with an unlucky few smacking into the central mast with chilling [i]crack[/i]. "Arabesque Brick Fist!"