[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
[sup][i][/i][/sup][/color][/h2][/center][hr]Finding the metallic claws of her hands blocked by a longsword, Lilliana pursed her lips and started moving one of her extra arms, before the man jumped back and struck a pose. Her jaw tensed slightly and she exhaled, calming herself. Around her sailors had been laid low and were on the ground bleeding and groaning. Various pieces of metal on her body absorbed any of the blood that had gotten on her, using even the smallest bits of iron in it to gather energy.

Having lowered her arms, she looked at the armed man in his special armor before moving forwards to close the distance.

[color=#FF9A26][b]“I'll have to ask you to please move”[/b][/color] she begun, one fist rearing back, metal hardened into spikes on her knuckles. Then, when the man almost surely did not get out of her way she called out.
[center][h3][color=#FF9A26][b]“FIST!”[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
At the exclamation her armored fist struck forwards, its spiked surface delivering a blow that was fast enough to catch almost anyone who'd never seen it before unaware. The force behind it was considerable as well as a good deal of her weight and strength was behind it.

It appeared she was quite serious about saving her crew and their ship.