"Oh shite, I'm sorry!" Siobhan yelped when she realized she had caught Jones in her attack. She was so used to her comrades instinctively knowing to get back when she did that move that she hadn't even considered that he might have gotten caught up in it. Still, he looked like he had taken it pretty well, all things considered.

While she was busy apologizing, however, Redwell had moved in for the attack. Only turning in time to see his blade rapidly closing in on her, Siobhan knew it was now too late to dodge. So she wouldn't.

A sharp, painful chime resonated through the air, the sound of metal impacting a hard surface. It was immediately followed by a pattering similar to raindrops, with thirty-two nuggets of bone hitting the deck beneath Siobhan's feet. The red blade was now locked firmly in her jaws, held in place by dagger-like teeth. Her lips stretching from ear-to-ear, she watched a spider-web of cracks work their way through the sword before it finally shattered.

Spitting out several shards of metal, she wiped a trail of blood from her lips. It actually hurts like [i]hell[/i] to expel a set of teeth like that, but she had little choice. While she hadn't intended to do so, the act of switching to her shark teeth had also caused her fin to emerge.

Glancing back at it with a shrug, she reached up to remove her scarf, exposing a series of gills on her upper shoulders and lower neck.

"W-what is she...?!" one of the still barely conscious crewmen muttered.

"I'm a fishwoman!" She replied with a broad, serrated grin. "Well, half."