The storm raged on as Sabrina lunged at her brother, her cutlass flashing in the flickering light. Robert deflected her strike with a telekinetic burst, the force nearly knocking the weapon from her hand. But she recovered quickly, spinning on her heel and aiming for his side. He caught the blade mid-air with his telekinesis, holding it inches from his body.

“Still so predictable,” he sneered, flicking his wrist to send her flying backward.

Sabrina hit the ground hard, but she rolled to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. “And you’re still as arrogant as ever.”

She darted forward again, her movements quick and precise. This time, she feinted left before driving her blade toward his shoulder. Robert blocked her strike, but the effort forced him to step back, his balance momentarily faltering.

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Miura seized the opportunity. From the edge of the fight, she summoned a powerful gust of wind that swept across the cove, carrying shards of ice with it. The frozen projectiles struck Robert’s men, forcing them to scatter, and slammed into Robert himself. He staggered, his telekinetic shield barely holding against the onslaught.

“You think the sea will save you, Robert?” Miura called, her voice cutting through the wind. “It bends to my will as much as yours.”

She thrust her hands forward, and a wave of frost surged across the sand, freezing the ground beneath Robert’s feet. He slipped, his telekinetic power flaring as he tried to regain control. Sabrina was on him in an instant, her cutlass driving toward his chest.

But Robert caught the blade with his telekinesis, twisting it out of her grip. He lashed out with a wave of seawater that slammed into her, sending her sprawling. “You’ll have to do better than that, Sister,” he growled, stepping toward her.

Miura intervened, the wind swirling around her as she summoned a spear of ice. She hurled it toward Robert with deadly precision, but he shattered it mid-air with a flick of his hand. “Enough of your tricks, Courtesan,” he spat. “You’re outmatched.”

“You underestimate me,” Miura replied coldly, her dense snow spiralling into a barrier that shielded her and Sabrina.