His expression remained unchanged, his eyes slightly squinted, as his body agilely twisted in mid-air, narrowly escaping from the edge of the Siren's gaping mouth.
At the same time, the Fluid Sword in his hand transformed into a sharp fishhook. Riding the fierce waves, he swung it toward the wind, and it tightly latched onto the Siren's body.
"Bang!"
The Siren, having missed its bite, once again collided with the Iceberg Queen, but this time the attack from the side only made the entire ship sway, nowhere near as violent as the first collision.
"...Ossie, where is Fisher?"
On the ship, Pahetz, covering her ears, looked at Ossie, who was lowering the crew members, but to her horror, she did not see Fisher among those rescued and quickly inquired.
Due to the recent battle, Ossie's cloak had fallen somewhat, pulling down the part that previously covered her face, revealing her cherry-like tender little mouth.