The man in the blue cloak who had landed in-between where Davina Jones and the man marked with X on his face stood, got up. His movements were fluid, deliberate, almost lazy. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a long sword made entirely of gold. The blade gleamed in the storm light, its surface reflecting the colour of his cape a shimmering blue that seemed to dance across the metal.
He looked at the sword, studying its reflection, its beauty, its purpose. Then he turned to the left and rushed at the man marked with X, going for a quick stab. The man with the X marked on his face dodged the strike, his body twisting, his feet carrying him over the attacker. He landed on the other side, a bold smirk spreading across his face.
"So," he said, his voice light, almost mocking. "You're one of those guys who pull up all cool but your worth nothing."
He pulled out a single gun a long revolver filled with silver bullets and on his other hand held a sharp blade. The weapons gleamed in the light, their surfaces reflecting the chaos around them.
The man in the blue cloak laughed.
He laughed so much that he dropped his weapon to the floor and fell on his knees. His shoulders shook, his head thrown back, his voice echoing across the water. The sound was genuine, almost joyful.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
The man marked with X was confused. His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his weapons.
What does he mean by that? He thought. What kind of enemy drops their weapon mid-battle? Is he
Then blood came out of his mouth.
He coughed, a wet, ragged sound, and blood sprayed from his lips. In the blood he coughed out, he noticed something moving small, writhing, alive. His eyes widened, his heart pounding, his mind racing.
The man in the blue cloak rose, his laughter fading into a satisfied smile. He grabbed his gold long sword, its edge gleaming, its purpose absolute.
"All life has one destiny." His voice was calm, almost gentle. "It does not matter how great the life is it will eventually reach that particular point."
He paused.
"It is all vanity." His voice hardened. "For death is what awaits all men on the sea. To be rottened."
The man with the X on his face fell to his knee.
He felt a great pain in his abdomen it felt like it was torn open, but there was no visible injury. His body convulsed, his vision swimming, his consciousness flickering. He immediately started to think: What is his ability?
But then he noticed that the weapons he held in his hands had disappeared.
His revolver. His blade. Gone.
He looked up and saw the man holding his gun, pointing it toward him.
The man in the blue cloak pulled the trigger.
BANG!
But immediately, Davina Jones came into clutch and saved his life.
She transformed her entire legs into a hundred tentacles, using them as a dome to protect him. The tentacles wrapped around him, forming a barrier of flesh and power, blocking the bullet that would have ended his life.
The man wearing the blue robe said, his voice smooth and mocking.
"Wow, that's really nice use of your ability." He paused. "You're embracing the monstrous aspect of your ability more and more."
He tilted his head.
"It's much better than you were before." His voice hardened. "You're not even close to human anymore."
He paused.
"And that beauty of yours which I once admired..." He shook his head. "I can't help but feel a heavy sense of disgust towards you."
Davina Jones used the tentacles to attack him.
She undid the dome, her tentacles firing at him in fast motion like bullets, like projectiles, like death itself. Each attack was aimed at his heart, his throat, his eyes. But each and every attack he evaded, his body moving with a grace that defied belief.
He used the gold sword he had and cut off one of her tentacles.
The severed limb fell to the ground, writhing, twitching. Then, that tentacle that he cut withdrew and hit Davina Jones in her stomach, piercing her as it fused with her. The flesh connected, the wound sealed, the pain exploded.
Davina Jones grinned her teeth, her eyes burning with fury.
"You must not know who I am." Her voice was low, dangerous, absolute. "Or the amount of malice that I bear in my heart today."
She paused.
"You will die."
Her eyes turned completely black. Her hair, once pink, began to pour out acid out of it. Scales formed all around her body, their edges sharp and jagged. Her head started to change in form, her face becoming distorted, her mouth opening wide, every one of her teeth turning into spikes as hard as diamond. She grew the size of half a ship, her body towering over the battlefield, her presence eclipsing everything around her.
She breathed out fire.
The flames erupted from her throat scorching, hungry, absolute. They consumed the air, turned the water to steam, and forced the man in the blue cloak to step back.
As she transformed, at her back in the far end, the man marked with X on his face sat down. He was incapacitated, the amount of pain he felt in his abdomen overwhelming. The area on the outside continued to turn black, the darkness spreading like a stain.
He muttered to himself, his voice weak, uncertain.
"This is not really a good look for a man." He coughed. "That bastard what kind of sword is that? Not only am I injured inside me, but it's not healing at all."
He coughed out blood.
The man with the blue cloak stood as the enormous shadow of Davina Jones, in her new monster form, eclipsed him.
He raised his golden sword up, its edge gleaming with a light that seemed to come from within.
"It's better this way," he said, his voice calm, almost conversational. "I beat you, and I take you with me. And then I kill the annoying man from earlier."
He paused.
"Let me use this as practice to get stronger." He smiled. "And also, I'm sorry, but if you don't like flashy battles, this will be flashy."
He paused.
"I can't lose to my other two brothers."
Davina roared.
The blue cloaked man raised his sword.
And the sea burned.