From the ship's deck, Alizome stares at the carnage. Seemingly as soon as the others got into action, the ocean turned red with mermaid blood. Well, she probably *could* have stayed back in the dry comfort and not interrupted her reading for this. Sighing, the elf lessens the tension on her bowspring. This seemed to be well in hand, though she does keep her eye on the shawled mermaid in case she manages to get free of Aethon.<br/><br/>[[OK: I am still in a hotel after Dragoncon, and don't have my character sheet so I can't take an action anyway; go ahead and advance to the next round if you're waiting on me, and when I get back late tomorrow I will get back into the combat for real!]]