Miura and Sabrina moved in unison, their attacks coordinated like a well-rehearsed dance. Sabrina darted toward one of Robert’s men, her cutlass arcing in a deadly swing. The man raised his hand, telekinetically deflecting her strike, but she was already pivoting, her blade biting into his side. He staggered, his power faltering as she pressed the advantage.
Meanwhile, Miura engaged Robert directly. Frost spiralled from her hands, encasing the floor beneath him in slick, jagged ice. He slipped but recovered quickly, his telekinetic power sending a wooden beam hurtling toward her. Miura dodged gracefully, her dagger flashing as she summoned a wall of ice to block his next attack.
“You’re predictable,” Robert taunted, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Do you really think your tricks can stop me?”
Miura’s smile didn’t waver. “They don’t need to. They only need to slow you down.”
The frost around Robert thickened, creeping up his boots and encasing his legs. His telekinesis flared, shattering the ice, but Miura was already moving, summoning a barrage of hail that forced him back.
Sabrina, meanwhile, had disarmed the second attacker, her cutlass pressing against his throat. “Call them off!” she demanded, her voice sharp.
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Robert’s laugh was cold and mirthless. “You think I care about them?”
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a telekinetic pulse toward Sabrina, ripping her weapon from her grip and sending her crashing into the wall. Miura turned, her eyes blazing with fury as she saw Sabrina slump to the floor.
“That was a mistake,” Miura hissed, her voice low and deadly.
Robert raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You think you can stop me, Courtesan? You’re nothing.”
Miura’s frost surged outward, faster and more focused than before. Ice spiralled around Robert, encasing him in a jagged prison that crept up his arms and legs. He struggled, his telekinesis flaring in bursts, but Miura’s control was absolute.
“Miura, stop!” Sabrina’s voice was strained as she pushed herself to her feet. “We need him alive!”
Miura’s gaze didn’t waver, her hands outstretched as the frost tightened around Robert. “If I let him live, he’ll come for us again.”
“And if you kill him, we lose the chance to end this without tearing the world apart,” Sabrina argued, stepping closer despite her injuries. “Please.”
For a moment, Miura hesitated, her frost faltering. Robert seized the opportunity, his telekinesis surging as he shattered the ice around him. Miura staggered, caught off guard, and Robert hurled her across the room with a brutal telekinetic strike.
Sabrina moved instinctively, grabbing her cutlass and lunging toward Robert. He deflected her strike with a wave of his hand, but she pressed forward, her movements relentless. Miura recovered quickly, frost swirling around her as she joined the fray.
Together, they forced Robert back, their combined strength driving him toward the doorway. He glared at them, his aquamarine eyes blazing with fury. “This isn’t over,” he snarled before releasing a final telekinetic shockwave that knocked them both to the ground.
When they looked up, Robert was gone, the faint shimmer of his power lingering in the air.