36: Fantasy

"That just isn't possible. Not for you, that is. Someone like you would die out there in an instant." Christopher Norrington spat. "You're way too weak to go off fighting the Armada. Even if you did get strong enough you still won't be able to handle them."

"If I'm weak…then how am I better than you?" Sestiva asked, raising an eyebrow at Christopher. "You're just saying that because you know you can't prove me wrong. You liar."

"Believe what you want. You haven't seen me in months, so I could be stronger than you now. Your dream to conquer Cadiz is a fantasy. It will never come true. Not for a weak pirate like you."

"Fight me then."

The room suddenly got quiet as they saw the two pirates in their battle stances. The other pirates started to filter out, heading to the tavern while Sestiva and Christopher fought.

Sestiva had spent her time on her day off from training to make the four blades on her spear serrated. She had also taken the time to sharpen them to the point that they can cut through thick vines with ease.

His first move on her was something one should never do in battle. He charged forward, with his staff ready for a swinging motion. She blocked it with her own, his blade digging into her staff's handle.

Sestiva grunted as she threw him off and ran to the opposite side of the room. She blocked most of his attacks while she studied his attack patterns. Unlike him, she was able to attack while moving. Just like she learned from Helen, she dropped down to the ground and swept her leg in front and under his feet. He lost balance and fell to the ground, hitting the ground face-first.

He staggered to his feet and immediately started the process of casting a complex spell. Right as Sestiva was about to strike, a magic circle appeared just inches away and she was blasted backwards into the wall, her staff clattering to the ground as she lost her grip on it.

Blood trickled down over her eye. She sat slumped against the wall. After leaning to the side to reach her staff, she began to start casting her own spell. One that she created on her own.

"Your attacks…are…PATHETIC!" Sestiva screamed, one eye stuck shut from the blood. "You can do simple and slightly complex spells. You can strike with just a weapon…but you don't make spells of your own. Unlike you, I have created a spell that you WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO MATCH!"

She sped up quickly as she advanced towards him, staff ready for what seemed like to him, was going to be a thrust. He was too slow, so he blocked it himself.

"Who's the liar now?" He laughed, not knowing that the spell had a delayed effect.

Sestiva on the other hand, just had a wide grin as she stood still, vulnerable to any attack.

Christopher charged forward, and since he too had a blade on his staff, thrust it through Sestiva's stomach. He was sure that he had made a fatal blow. His eyes widened when he saw no wound on Sestiva's body and the last bits of his staff had just finished dissolving into black particles that rose continuously into the air.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!" He shouted in pure hatred and anger.

"It's something I've been working on and perfecting for the past few months. Some witchdoctors haven't realized it yet, but there are multiple things you can do besides attacking. To be precise there are three of them. Those of which are Construction, deconstruction, and reconstruction. It's a mix of witchcraft and science. What I've just did is deconstruct your staff." Sestiva explained coldly, her free hand wiping away the blood over her left eye.

"Then recreate my staff then. Recreate it with every last detail."

Sestiva didn't reply, but instead started the motions of another spell. When she was finished, she swung her staff so that the tip ended up pointing to the empty space next to him.

There was silence until the sound of splintering wood disturbed it. Christopher's staff was embedded blade first into the floor. Christopher just stared at it in shock as Sestiva walked out the door, leaving him alone.

Christopher pulled the staff out and examined it to every last detail.

It's perfect! Just as it was before. So she truly is better than me.

Sorry for the late update, I had a swim meet and immediately had dinner afterwards. :( But anyways, here it is.

-SamanthaHawkins