Naomi thought it was over as she stared down the smoking barrel of the gun. The Neko hit the ground with a thud, and she was still. Her brow contracted as she focused her concentration on Scaidohr, attempting to push him back inside before she completely lost control. But just as she got a hold on him, the cat was back on her feet. The pirate's head whipped up and she tried to suck in a quick breath, but the toxins in her lungs blocked most of the oxygen. Pain flared in Naomi's side as Kirsten plunged the sword into her. The ghostly armor absorbed most of the blow, keeping the blade from exiting through her back, but Kirsten fixed that by twisting and pushing the sword through.
"Aggh!" Naomi instinctively grabbed the blade with her hands. She was effectively skewered on her left side, the sword passing between her ribs. Suddenly, she felt something tug inside of her. The violent lashings abruptly stopped, and luckily Kirsten had dismissed her horde at the same time.
Agh! What is this?! Scaidohr scowled inside of her. Let go of me! And it was then Naomi realized what was happening.
The sword, who's familiar aura she had felt before, was somehow pulling on the demon inside the pirate. It had soul binding properties much like her knife used to. If fact, it was incredibly similar to the powers of the knife. Kirsten's sword was tugging on Scaidohr's soul, as it was loose from it's body due to Naomi severing the bond that night. But at the same time, the ritual tied the demon's soul to Naomi's own. Although the sword was free to try and absorb Scaidohr, Naomi was alive, and her soul was still very much attached to her body. It was the magical bond that was causing the demon to tug on Naomi's soul, as he was getting sucked into the black blade. The sturdy binding spell was the only reason he was incapable of being fully absorbed.
Shortly after, Naomi felt something else, another presence, no, several others, but all of the same being. They felt close to her, like Scaidohr. As if they were bonded to her right along with him. What in the stormin sea be goin on? she wondered.
I feel them too. Now get me off of this thing! Scaidohr yelled to Naomi.
The sailor quickly realized she had taken control of the beast inside her again. Her black eyes had returned to normal and the lashings had stopped. Along with this, she noticed the storm was beginning to calm down. She was in control, finally, and it must have been because of the blade that impaled her. It's absorption properties caused Scaidohr to lose his concentration, and Naomi's mind had naturally reasserted dominance. But what was further, she felt as if she were in control of the other beings, the collective consciousness, the sword. It was... alive. And Naomi felt the same threads of magic as Scaidohr's attached to the sword itself. Miraculously, the binding spell had extended to bind the blade to her soul, although she had no idea how or why.
The pirate's body was suddenly pulled upward when Kirsten tried to dislodge the sword from her side. Fresh pain bubbled under her skin as the vampire pulled on the blade again and again, but as if the sword were cemented into a block of concrete, it wouldn't budge. It was fused to Naomi.
The sailor looked up at the Neko who was leaning over her. It was easy to tell Kirsten was just as confused as she was about the situation, and luckily it looked as if the stabbing's puzzling result distracted Kirsten from her previous rage. As much as Naomi didn't understand, however, she did know a few things.
One, was that she was in control of the hold on the blade. Naomi could loosen the strands, and the sword would likely pull free, but she wasn't about to do that until she was sure Kirsten had calmed down to a reasonable level.
The second thing Naomi knew, or was at least decently certain of, was that the two magics were somehow linked. They both possessed soul binding properties, and the dark hum of magic she felt holding the demon inside her was almost identical to the hum of Kirsten's blade. They were twin magics. Forged from the same hands or group, perhaps; their histories were intertwined, and she wondered if there might be other sibling artifacts out there.
Looking up at the vampire, Naomi spoke. "I'll be letting go of yer sword once I knows ye wont be swingin on me with it." She knew Kirsten's power lied in the blade, and it was here that she finally found leverage on the woman.