[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
[sup][i][/i][/sup][/color][/h2][/center][hr]Watching him move into the motion of the swing, and waiting till he couldn't quite adjust, she let one foot go out in front of her, shifting her weight as she did so. She tossed her grappling hook to her left hand, from her right, tucked her arm in against her side, and fired the grappling gun to her left and forwards. It slammed into and through some of the ship's wood, pulled tight, and then she flipped the switch for 2 seconds. The pull of the hook got her out of the way of the slash, though just barely, her hair getting clipped near the ends by the blade of water.

Too hyped up on adrenaline and battle hunger to react with fear, she unflipped the switch. Then, she changed her mind, bracing herself and hauling against the hook and the clump of wood it had hooked into. It cracked and then tore out of the ship's deck, hurtling through the air like one end of a flail, heading right towards whatever position Krabbe was in at the time.

Small tendrils from B-MO began reaching into her bag of scrap metal and parts. They could be seen moving in quick and precise motions, while some just outright absorbed the metal.

[color=#FF9A26][b]“Hehe. Now Krabby~ , you've gotta treat a girl right if you plan to get her wet~”[/b][/color] Lilly teased. In her peripheral vision she noticed some chaos erupting amongst Krabbe's crew, but she didn't spare it a glance. Her utmost attention remaining on Krabbe.