For the lovely thelittlegreenwitch3 (aka moleyakii on tumblr) who requested a fi from the Bastille sentence starters. THe song as "Power" and I chose "Throw your best shot right at me."
A small drabble for these trying times of quaratine.
Enjoy!
Throw your best shot right at me
"Throw your best shot right at me." Bunnymund taunted, pushing his strength beyond its limits.
The air around them was charged, despite the deafening battle that continued to rage around them. No matter how much both crews were fighting each other, how the sea made the waves roar, nor the winds howl and boom with thunder.
"But you only have one bullet left, madam" His grip tightened around the handle of his sword. "And you're going to need more than that to stop me."
It had been a long hard slog to finally catch up to the Punjam, and even a harder skirmish against the ragtag group of pirates that already sunk several ships. But it all felt like nothing when Admiral E. Aster Bunnymund of the British Royal Navy stood face to face to the captain of the galleon that had become a thorn to the Empire's side with each ship that was sent to the sea bottom.
Captain Toothiana Singh now stood straight with a wicked smile gracing her lips. It almost looked like she was having the time of her life.
They were equally matched. The skills that had put him at the advantage in every combat were even to her own swift strikes from her steel and quick footwork.
From their first encounter, he knew that she would be his greatest opponent.
Toothiana always had sauntered into his life ready to put a sword at his throat, and still hold up a conversation as if they were at a social gathering; her lips always holding a smirk and her mauve eyes always blazing when they landed on him. Said eyes and wicked smile had oft kept him up at night, keeping the sleep at bay.
Sometimes, Bunnymund had thought her a siren for the pull she had on him.
But her influence stopped today. He was handing her to the authorities to be judged, despite the pang his heart felt at the idea of handing her to the hangman.
A flash crossed the skies, illuminating them both.
She was getting tired too. Aster could see it on the tension of her shoulders and how the arm that aimed the flintlock pistol at him gave the slightest of shakes.
Her smirk only grew, enjoying every second of their thrilling chase. Her dainty fingers pulled back the hammer with the flint and closed the frizzen with such dexterity as if it were simply muscle memory.
"Then I better make it count, my dear".
Her voice came out clear despite the sounds of battle and storm around them.
A pause. Another lightning struck almost instantly followed by thunder. A beat.
He moved.
She pulled the trigger.
The thunderous sound of the gun followed.
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