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The half-elf blinked in surprise as crimson blossomed on the fabric of her opponent's shirt, though not necessarily where she'd intended it. Still, she wasn't in any position to question her luck at this point, and quickly recovered, readying herself to give another slash. This one missed its mark (whatever that was; she'd just been aiming for flesh at this point), however, as the Red Cloth, dodged the blow and made a run for the door leading below deck. "What the--hey!" Luckily for her, he didn't make it far before his path was blocked off by a large robot coming up the same way, probably one of the new crewmen. And as an added bonus, it was carrying another Red Cloth in a firm grip, clearly unwilling to let him run off. So that made four intruders in all. Was that really all they'd brought? Four people wasn't enough to capture a ship. Then again, they'd done pretty well with that endeavor when they'd boarded and slaughtered half the crew. Well, now they didn't have the element of surprise, which would make things much more difficult for the small band of terrorists.

Smirking, Angel spun her blade in her hand as she stepped toward her opponent. "Sure hope you weren't planning on running off that way," she quipped, pointing the knife at the doorway that was still blocked by the figure of metal and clockwork. "So, where were we again? Me kicking your ass and throwing you off the ship, right?"