Surrah grimaced from the pain and clutched her breast as she coughed up blood from her lungs. Her lungs felt like they were on being torn apart, and she had to steel herself just to keep her bearings. Wiping the sweat from her brow she looked down on the deck just in time to see the spellcaster having his heart ripped out. They had to act quickly and take advantage of their numbers, before they were butchered one by one like hapless lambs.
She quickly surveyed the boat, it's officers and the seemingly dumbstruck crew. No time to waste, they were needed. "What're ya waitin' fer, ya dregs, a clarion call?!" she crowed from the rigging. "To arms! Defend your ship and captain!" Immediately after giving the command she jumped down and made her way towards the demon, now a haze again. It had already poisoned her insides, and she might as well fight.it while she still could. If it was going to kill her, better it be by being toen apart than a damn cough. She dropped her bow and grasped her wicked whip as she readied herself to strike. "Make 'im pay for every man, boys!"
Surrah jumps down from the rigging (Reflex Check: 1d20 (16) +11 = 27 ) positions herself about fifteen feet from the demon and with her whip-dagger carries out a Emerald Razor strike -turning her attack into a Touch Attack (Roll: 1d20 (19) +10 = 29, Damage: 1d6 (3) +3= 6 ).
((I can't remember the size of the ship. If there isn't space enough to stand 15 ft away, she stands as far as possible. I also would have threatened on a 19 but didn't roll it since you said it didn't matter.
Oh, and should I make another Fort roll?))