Davina Jones in her monster form attacked him with a heavy breath of fire. The heat was so intense that the crater where they were in the Infinite Sea became extremely hot, the air shimmering with the force of the flames. The fire erupted from her throat like a waterfall of destruction wide, relentless, absolute. The flames were as large as the waves of a great waterfall, consuming everything in their path.
Seeing the flames coming, the man in blue cloak completely covered himself with his cloak, hiding his weapon properly. The fabric wrapped around him like a shield, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light.
The flames engulfed him.
Davina Jones saw nothing but flames and magma remaining. She stopped breathing flames and made a loud roar, the steam from her mouth filling the entire area with heavy, damp steam that began to rise out of the crater and spread across the Infinite Sea.
The navy men battling the monsters and remnants of pirates that the Black Knight had wiped out completely in one attack all saw it. They stared at the beauty of it a pillar of steam and fire rising from the sea, born out of destruction and a show of power. It was wonderful to behold.
In the crater, the man in blue cloak was untouched by the flames. Steam arose from his blue cloak, which did not take any damage at all. It was as if nothing had happened. He rose, his movements fluid, deliberate, and then immediately in the steam, he grabbed his gold sword.
"You truly are dumb." His voice was calm, almost conversational. "Especially when you come from a lineage of Davy Jones, the King of Beast and Sea. He fought not just with strength and power, but with a high level of intelligence and strategies. He was the greatest of all the peak of all living creatures, the strongest."
He paused.
"Truly, a god amongst men."
He tilted his head.
"But you have power, though that power is poorly controlled. You lack the mental capacity to use it like a soldier, like a tactician. You're simply a girl with power released into the world." His voice hardened. "It's no wonder your crewmates died. Their death is your fault. You killed them."
The man in blue cloak knew what he was doing.
He was trying to get into her head, to use her emotions against her. Because once he could achieve that, he could easily defeat her in battle. To completely disgrace her and kill the will to fight, turn her into chaff. Complete.
And he was victorious in the battle of the mind.
She roared out with all her will.
The sound tore from her throat raw, primal, agonized. As she roared, it generated a wave of wind that destroyed the large rock they were battling on, releasing killing intent that was visible. It had a dark feel to it, a presence that seemed to consume everything around it.
As she continued to increase in size, the tentacles she had increased in number blades, weapons, death. She fired the blades at him, their edges gleaming, their purpose absolute.
The man in blue cloak dodged all of them, evading each one as they fired into the rock ground where he stood. The blows the blade delivered were heavy and devastating, creating small craters in the stone. He rushed towards her as he continued to evade, stretching out his hand, grabbing some of the blades and using them to counter the other blades that were incoming.
He moved like water, like wind, like a force of nature.
His body twisted, his cloak billowing, his sword flashing. He deflected her attacks, parried her strikes, and created openings in her defense. Each movement was calculated, precise, and absolute. He was not just fighting he was teaching.
She attacked again.
Her tentacles shot forward, their edges gleaming, their purpose absolute. He spun, his sword cutting through the air, severing one of her limbs. She howled in pain, but she did not stop. She attacked again, and again, and again.
He moved through her attacks like a ghost untouchable, unseen, unreal. His sword found its mark, cutting through her flesh, drawing blood. He was faster than she was, more skilled, more calculated.
But she was stronger.
Her tentacles wrapped around him, holding him in place. Her jaws opened, fire gathering in her throat. She was about to end him, to consume him, to destroy him utterly.
He smiled.
"Did you think that would work?"
The fight continued.
They moved across the crater, their battle destroying everything in its path. The rock shattered beneath their feet. The water boiled around them. The air itself seemed to scream in protest. He was like a storm, she was like a mountain two forces of nature colliding in a dance of destruction.
She attacked from the left, her tentacles extended, her power absolute. He dodged to the right, his sword flashing, his movements fluid. She attacked from the right, her jaws snapping, her fire blazing. He leaped over her, his cloak billowing, his weapon ready.
They clashed again and again, their battle becoming a blur of motion and violence. Neither of them could gain an advantage. Neither of them could land a decisive blow. They were locked in a stalemate, two warriors fighting for their lives.
He jumped high above her, his body soaring through the air, his sword raised. She watched him, her eyes tracking his movements, her body coiled and ready. He threw a pair of blades in her eyes.
They struck her, their edges cutting through her flesh, drawing blood. She howled in pain, her hands flying to her face, her vision blurring.
As she said, her voice filled with pain and fury.
"Tho I cannot kill you..." She paused. "...leaving you functional is an option."
Davina stood, her eyes bleeding, her heart pounding.
The man in blue cloak stood, his sword raised, his smile wide.
And the sea roared.