Ryssa gripped one of the rope's grapple and pulled herself up it with ease. Though it was not necessarily a skill that came from climbing ropes so much as climbing the balconies of her mother's residence. Allowing visits between customers and her to slip away without having to risk being spotted by some handsy drunk. Latching a hand upon the rail of the deck the grey haired woman disguised as a man swung herself on board. A knife stabbing into the throat of an archer who turned to face her.

Thus her one advantage came into it's full glory. Speed. Quick and light on her feet. Ryssa slipped and slide across the deck with ease as she knifed and engaged the archers in brief fights. Often using the bodies of the men as shields against their fellow archers before moving onto the next. Better it was still to topple them into the water. Though she would settle for this and making a general nuisance of herself. Though Ryssa was under no false illusions. If one of those bastards snagged her just right to find out who she was, or pulled her into the water. She would either have to kill him quickly, or grab onto the ship and hope she could pull herself from the vast depths below them.