Robert’s men surged forward again, their telekinetic strikes relentless. Miura’s wind howled, lifting the sand into a blinding storm that forced the sailors to shield their eyes. She moved with precision, freezing weapons and disarming attackers as Sabrina fought beside her, her fists and feet striking with the skill of a seasoned privateer.

Robert, however, was undeterred. He raised his arms, and the sea roared in response, waves rising high enough to blot out the moonlight. “This ends now!” he bellowed, his aquamarine eyes blazing.

Miura stepped forward, her hands glowing with frost and wind. “Yes, it does.”

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With a sweeping motion, she unleashed a torrent of freezing air, the wind swirling around the waves and encasing them in ice. The massive wall of frozen water hung suspended for a moment before shattering into glittering shards. Robert staggered, his power faltering as the cold seeped into his limbs.

Sabrina took advantage of his distraction. She leapt onto a jagged piece of ice, using it as a springboard to launch herself at her brother. Her cutlass gleamed as she drove it toward his chest. Robert caught the blade again with his telekinesis, but this time, Sabrina didn’t stop. She twisted in mid-air, landing a brutal kick to his chest that sent him sprawling.

“Stay down, Robert,” she warned, her voice cold.

But Robert rose, his face twisted with rage. “Never!”