The once-peaceful cove was chaos, the storm tearing through the night as Robert’s crew stormed the beach. British sailors, their telekinetic abilities crackling in the air, charged forward with brutal efficiency. Their boots crunched over ice and sand, their muscular frames moving with purpose and precision.
Sabrina Timberlake darted among them like a wraith, her cutlass gleaming in the moonlight. She ducked beneath a sailor’s outstretched hand, his telekinetic blast whistling past her shoulder, and struck upward. Her blade found its mark, slicing through his side, and the man crumpled with a roar of pain.
“Come on, then!” Sabrina shouted, her voice cutting through the storm. “Is this the best the British Royal Navy can muster?”
Another soldier lunged at her, his telekinesis sending a wave of sand and ice hurtling toward her. Sabrina rolled to the side, the debris grazing her arm, and slashed at his leg. He fell with a howl as Sabrina was already repositioning, her lithe form weaving through the melee.
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Nearby, Miura stood her ground, her hands glowing with frost as she commanded the storm. Wind howled around her, slamming into the sailors and sending them sprawling. Her ice surged upward in jagged spikes, trapping men where they stood or knocking weapons from their hands. She moved with deadly precision, her kimono billowing in the tempest she created.
But Robert, Lieutenant of the British Navy, was a force unto himself. Standing at the edge of the cove, his aquamarine-lit eyes burned with power. He raised his arms, and the sea answered, waves rising unnaturally high before crashing down with the force of a battering ram. Miura’s frost froze the water mid-surge, but Robert’s telekinesis shattered the ice, the shards hailing down on the battlefield.
“Is this all you have, Sister?” Robert called, his voice booming over the chaos. “A privateer and her courtesan, thinking they can stand against the might of the Empire?”
Sabrina turned to face him, her chest heaving. “You’re nothing more than a coward hiding behind his men and his power!” she shouted back. “Let’s finish this, Robert. Just you and me.”
Robert smirked, gesturing to his men. “Clear the path,” he commanded coldly. The sailors formed a ring around the siblings, their brutish faces twisted into sneers as they waited for the inevitable. Miura hung back, planning her next several moves and some contingencies.
“You’ve always been reckless, Sabrina,” Robert said, stepping forward. “It’ll be your undoing.”
“We’ll see about that,” Sabrina replied, her grip tightening on her cutlass.