Ryssa did not wait for the captain to give the order or to heed it. She acted before the words could finish leaving Amen's lips. As he gave the opening, Ryssa was on to the burly giant. Her last knife stabbing deep into the unprotected armpit and piercing the heart. Yanking the blade out to plunge it back in several times to make sure of death, Rys gave a snarled as the man became a burdensome dead weight. Shoving him to the deck, Ryssa reached to retrieve the knife that had been in the giant's leg. The blade was slightly bent, and the handle was cracked, but it would still serve for this fight.

Moving across the deck towards the brothers who were struggling against the archers, Ryssa skirted pools of blood, water, and bodies alike. Weapons too littered the ground in treacherous traps. Coils of rope from the average day's sailing. Tripping across one of such hazards, Ryssa slammed 'his' shoulder into one archer who was about to lunged for the brother. The wooden planks were hard beneath her as she rolled from the archer. Her knives driven into his leg as her hand seized upon his sword and drew it. Glancing to the side she noted the edge was far too close, and the bastard was still alive. Struggling to her feet to deliver a death blow to the bastard, the Egyptian-Roman swore a delectable list of curses in both languages.