[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
[sup][i][/i][/sup][/color][/h2][/center][hr]It all went wrong, except, perhaps, for one part. Krabbe threw Feya, and the Doctor smashed through Lily's attack even as the Emperor Vice rose from the waters. However, Lily was not crushed under Feya, instead she braced herself, dropping her grappling hook, and straight up caught Feya. Sliding back, Feya held somewhat of the ground, the deck splintered, partially buckling under the force of the movement and the stopping power of Lily's body.

After all, she was many times stronger than she appeared. When she stopped sliding, she let Feya down, setting her feet first on the ground in front of her. She stepped around the much more muscular woman, eyes refracting light, though her smile had disappeared. Sadly, before she could say anything, Feya slammed her fist against the ground and descended below deck. Lilliana jumped back, and being as near to the railing, she hurtled over the side of the ship and out of sight entirely.

Halfway down to the sea, B-MO acted, four thin arms erupted from her sides below her arms, where they latched onto the small crevices in the armor of Krabbe's ship. She moved, scurrying along the side of the ship. Feya would have to deal with Krabbe for a brief time, for it seemed it was up to Lily to keep their ship from being permanently put out of commission.

Traveling along the side of the ship, unseen, unheard--most likely--she made her way to the very front of the ship: the prow. She took in a deep breath, two of the four metallic arms molding back into armor on her form, giving her claws where before she'd had none. The other two, as she finished inhaling, threw her upwards and then latched onto the front two closest sailors of Krabbe's crew--if possible--and pulled [i]hard[/i].

The maneuver would pull Lilliana forwards and onto the prow, amidst the members of Krabbe's crew that were managing the Emperor Vice and would also likely throw two sailors overboard. If/when she landed, Lilliana would spin, dancing amidst the men and women of Krabbe's crew, where she would cut at tendons in the legs and arms. However, she had no intention of laying all of them low.

No, she needed at least a couple of them to explain to her the controls. If not, well...she would figure it out just fine.

In her dance, the spirals of metal around her arms would periodically slash outwards, sharpening and cutting even as she did the same with her claws. The two arms on her sides were poised, controlled by B-MO, making them ready to defend against most attacks that might come at her from unexpected angles.

All in all, she was a veritable dance of blades and shining eyes.

Internally, she was counting the seconds, hoping that Krabbe would be distracted for long enough for her to [i]at least[/i] disable the Emperor Vice, and then outright destroy the controls.

If she were lucky she might even get around to altering the mechanism for the ship's armor as well. Though, it was probably unlikely, she had to admit. Regardless, she'd do her best, and trust that Feya could handle herself for a time.