Scorn turned toward Ihornagi, ready to carve him to pieces with her blade, when she saw his nature; and then beast-man spoke to her. Smirking, she opened her lips to speak to the devastators of this ship, so much more flashy and explosive than what she had been planning, but her eyes and ears caught the assault made for her. Declining to answer with death coming, Essence pulsed up from her left hand. Pulling her sword toward her and down toward the deck, Scorn lifted her hand through the air as her body twisted backwards, Essence bleeding around it before her body dissolved into a fleeting indigo shadow before him.<br/><br/>After the moment where the arrow would have struck her, Scorn reappeared from a shadowy nimbus closer toward the middle of the ship, disappearing again each time an arrow would strike, finally coming to appear and remain after the third arrow passed harmlessly through space she hadn't existed in in the first place.<br/><br/>Moving through the cowed herd aboard the vessel, Scorn gritted her teeth and sprinted toward the fallen mast of the ship. As she went, she kicked up a corpse she had previously beheaded and grabbed hold of it in her free hand, her blade tearing off its armor to make the grim corpse-shield easier to move. As she stepped to the mast, she dug her blade into its side and flipped up and onto it, loosing her blade with the motion and coming down toward her assailant in an arc of motion, her blade shrieking her anger as it spun to cleave through the archer, the corpse masking her form as she moved.