Ryssa did not spare time for anything more than a brief nod of gratitude towards the strange Neriad. Twisting about with the quickness of an eel, the supposed man dove into the fray with the warrior. Her hand grasping one of the men's shoulders and jerking him back, even as her knife slashed upwards and then drove down. Stabbing deep into his throat and spraying the ruby drops into the surf below. Jerking the knife free with some trouble, Ryssa let the body clatter over the side. There was no reason to stop it and burden herself in the middle of a fight after all.

Now that Neriad was facing a more even fight, the woman whirled in search of a new opponent. The brothers were cutting down the archers, and she highly suspected that Neriad was more than a match for the one he faced. Leaving the Captain and his bruiser of a opponent. Her eyes gleamed with contempt as she rushed the heavily armored fool's back. Darting low, Ryssa stabbed upwards with the dagger, the blade sinking in behind the giant's knee as the 'man' danced backwards. The knife stuck in the flesh still.