Narrowing her eyes on the oversized pirate, she once again intercepted his dagger with her teeth, with much the same results. The blade shattered beneath her steel-trap jaws, but as she spat out the shards, she couldn't help but feel a tingle rush through her body. Something was on that dagger...some sort of liquid, and it had managed to swim down her throat when she shattered Redwell's second weapon.

Wincing from the nauseating feeling rushing through her, she nevertheless retained her composure. She needed to end this before whatever that was got the better of her.

Instead of waiting for Redwell's next move, Siobhan charged forward, drawing her fist back. There would be no striking the air this time. Rather, her fist slammed into the other pirate's chest, a vaporous geyser of air erupting from his back. Being lifted clean off his feet by the strike, he was sent flying back into the central mast of the Red Baron at speeds sufficient to completely snap the great wooden pillar in two. "Two-hundred brick fist!"

Watching the towering form of Redwell become a twinkle in the sky as the mast crashed to the deck, Siobhan smirked. "The red paint was tacky anyway."

Quickly turning to check on Jones, she found herself stumbling forward when she took a step towards him. "Uwoah...!"

Raising a hand to her forehead, she felt the world start to spin around her. Whatever was on that dagger had managed to work its way through her system now, and she stumbled over to the rim of the ship, using it for support. "Well, fuck me...it was poisoned after all, like."