[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
[sup][i][/i][/sup][/color][/h2][/center][hr]Her syringe likely striking Feya and doing the mad heals, Lilliana turned her attention to her tinkering. She zoned in for a moment before Krabbe's exclamation due to Saban's entrance. It was all rather sudden, and in similar fashion she found herself in the path of a great trident. She ducked down raising an arm at the same time, the bio-metal forming a shield of sorts. However, she wouldn't use the shield to block, but instead to deflect. Her feet firmly planted on the ground, combined with her startling strength, and the natural velocity of the strike, and her armor would hopefully allow her to slam the 'shield' upwards, knocking it high enough that it wouldn't strike the wrench wielding fellow.

Provided she was successful, she would dash towards the many-armed monstrosity that was--presumably--the crew mate that Krabbe had brought up. Without looking she threw the syringe back at Wrench-guy. He seemed to be an ally, and he hadn't struck her as at the peak of health. The concoction in the syringe was likely to give him the energy and focus to trudge through this fight.

Moving towards Saban, she brought up her grappling hook, readying it, whilst tendrils of bio-metal continued to tinker in her bag, repurposing whatever she'd been making earlier into something that might be useful against this monstrosity. She hoped the rest of her nakama made it here quickly. It looked like they needed all the help they could get.

Though, at least Bonesword had made his way over.

She loved that boy. He was a darling.

[color=#FF9A26][b]“Well, looks like we're allies now, whether we like it or not,”[/b][/color] she said as she angled off her dash, ceasing her approach and instead running off to one side towards the fallen mast.

This was gonna get dangerous fast.