The arrow goes straight through Phaedra's heard with a SHUNK, trailing blood. Phaedra, and the others, are suitably stunned. Her friends all turn to face her in fear.

All: Ph... PHAEDRA?!

Phaedra falls onto the railing, clutching her bleeding chest.

Phaedra: Wh... What?

Her friends watch in horror as group of the same bandaged assassins - the Fata Morgana - boards the ship with a single leap up to the railing, where they perch, ready to strike. The air turns cold and blue as they brandish their weapons - spears, blades, and the like. Their capes flutter over obsidian jewelry and crudely painted black bands on their arms. Their eyes are bright pink, but lifeless and still.