Kisara had a second, just one, where everything froze as she tried desperately to figure out what to do. Should she go over after the captain and try to save her? No, stupid, stupid! A ship full of people needed her to save it. Hopefully (and what a small hope, with those bony fingers scraping at the hull), the captain could keep her head about her. Saving lives mattered, and to save all their lives, she had to kick some undead ass.<br/><br/>The next, she was in motion, calling orders and surging towards the disgusting behemoth that had stopped them. "The captain went over, drop a line for her to catch if she can - we can't stop! All hands that can fight, get ready to stop boarding undead along the sides!" She reached the bow, eye to giant, moldering eye with the beast. "If you can't fight, get your ass belowdecks and start fixing the ship!"<br/><br/>Her eyes fixed on the beast and she started to run up the bowsprit, axes at the ready. She would show this thing they were not to be trifled with.<br/><br/><em>OOC: Sure hadn't, thanks for the reminder! At 2019-09-15 19:11:36, Ivory Dawn (uid: 67904) rolls: 1d20 Result: 13. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139445) Kisara is also committing Effort to use Hope of the Dawn (assuming I can here) to inspire and direct the crew.</em>