[Scene: Ryven's Main Ship| Somewhere in the West Sea]
The Ryven fleet's command ship cut through the water like a floating fortress — black sails snapping, metal hulls groaning under their own weight.
A storm of urgency began to stir on deck.
Scout (yelling):
> "Red flare and then a yellow flare! Near the forward ship!"
That one word — flare — sent waves of silence across the deck.
Then a surge of motion. Footsteps. Shouts.
> "Battle might've started!"
"Increase speed to maximum!"
Below deck, engines groaned as engineers poured more fuel into the runes, runic pistons firing harder. The ship trembled with acceleration.
A brutish man leaned over the rail, spat into the sea, and cracked his neck.
Burly Pirate (grinning):
> "Hah. Let those insects hold out till we arrive." "I wanna crush 'em while they're still warm."
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[Scene: Captain Ryven's Quarters | Inside The Main Ship]
Dimly lit.
Walls lined with antique blades and bounty posters.
Captain Ryven sat back in his spined leather chair, sharpening a curved saber. He wore a long black coat, metal shoulder guards, and no smile.
Beside him, a silent man with long silver hair brushed it back lazily, a sword strapped to his back — his posture relaxed, but his eyes... watching.
A strange tortoise-like communication device on Ryven's desk buzzed, shell flashing faint blue.
TRR-TRR. TRR-TRR. TRR-TRR.
Ryven pressed the shell. The tortoise's mouth opened slightly, projecting a voice — panicked, breathless.
Voice (crackling):
> "C-Captain! It's Whisper's Light—THEY'RE HERE!"
"I repeat—they've engaged! They're—"
CLICK.
Ryven closed the shell, cutting the call mid-sentence.
He didn't flinch.
Ryven (low chuckle):
> "So… the hounds came early."
His silver-haired companion let out a low laugh, twirling a toothpick between his fingers.
Companion (smirking):
> "Using our forward fleet as a wall… brilliant, wasn't it?"
Ryven:
> "Zoteb's tactic. Burn the front line. Save the blade for later."
They clinked their cups together in silent toast. Neither looked concerned.
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[Scene: The Forward Ryven Ship | Mid-Battle]
Chaos.
The pirate ship under assault rocked with the noise of panic.
> "Fall back!"
"Retreat till our main ship catches up!"
Arrows still smoldered on the deck. Mortars shattered.
And the worst part?
There were two figures running on water.
Kael's feet skimmed the sea like skipping stones, mana pulsing through the soles of his enchanted boots — every step a controlled explosion of force and speed.
Behind him, Solis ran with pure kinetic grace, no enhancements. Just raw technique and years of battle-hardened stride.
Back on the Whisper's Light ship, Eron leaned against the rail, both hands cupped around his mouth:
Eron (shouting):
> "KAEL! Don't manifest your dome in the middle of the ocean! You'll drown us all!"
Kael shot back without looking:
Kael (laughing):
> "I'm not dumb, Eron!"
Near the mast, Arjun sat back, finally resting his bow. His job was done — clean, efficient, quiet.
Arjun (calmly):
> "Stopping the flow of water with a dome works in rivers... but in the ocean?"
He gave the faintest smile.
> "It's like digging your own grave."
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[Scene: Open Sea | Between the Two Ships]
Kael leapt — high, fast, soaring like a cannonball with grace.
His enchanted boots pulsed yellow. Wind tore past his body.
Solis followed lower, legs pumping with speed, water splashing in precise arcs behind him — not chaotic like Kael, but constant, unwavering.
The Ryven pirates watched in disbelief as two figures closed in across the open sea.
> "W-WHAT ARE THOSE?!"
Rifles.
Dozens. Maybe more.
Barrels spun. Triggers pulled.
Bullets rained like a metallic storm.
Pirate Captain (yelling):
> "SHOOT! SHOOT THEM DOWN!"
The air cracked with gunfire.
Solis didn't flinch.
His blade was already out.
In one smooth motion —
he slashed once.
And the bullets?
Split.
Shattered.
Gone.
Steel fragments fell around him like confetti in a twisted parade.
Solis (muttering, unimpressed):
> "Pathetic."
He kept running — feet skimming the waves.
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Kael was above them now. Mid-air. Spinning.
A pirate below screamed—
Pirate:
> "SHOOT THE ONE IN THE AIR!" "HE CAN'T DODGE IN MIDAIR!"
They pulled the triggers.
A full squad.
Perfect angles.
Dozens of bullets. All aimed up.
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Kael grinned.
Mid-flip, he bent one leg back, and—
KICKED.
The air itself compressed.
BOOM.
A shockwave rippled outward like a cannon blast —
Invisible, but violent.
Every bullet veered off course.
Some shattered. Some got thrown back.
One slammed into a pirate's helmet — bonk — sending him spinning.
He landed on the railing of the enemy ship with perfect balance
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Solis followed seconds later — landing beside him, sword already dripping with salt and steel.
Around them: silence.
Then chaos.
> "THEY LANDED!" "TAKE THEM DOWN!"
Dozens of pirates charged, screaming, blades drawn.
Kael:
> "I call the left!"
Solis:
> "Doesn't matter. They'll all fall the same."
And then—
Hell broke loose.
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[Scene: Aboard the Forward Ryven Ship | Deck Combat Begins]
Kael blurred forward —
Each step a mana-powered lunge.
He ducked under a sword, flipped over a hammer,
Then kicked a pirate so hard he flew into a barrel and snapped it in two.
One enemy swung wide —
Kael twisted mid-spin and slammed both boots into the man's face.
Kael (cheerfully):
> "I rate that dodge a 2 outta 10."
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Solis was… quieter.
But deadlier.
A dagger came at his back — he stepped aside.
Another blade from the front — he tilted his head.
Then moved.
His sword flashed in a horizontal arc — four pirates dropped in a single motion.
Blood splashed across the deck.
Solis (flat):
> "If you're not strong… at least be quiet."
A pirate screamed, rushing him with a flaming axe.
Solis turned his sword upside down.
And crushed the axe with a downward smash, shattering both weapon and wrist.
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Kael vaulted off a crate, spun midair, and kicked a crossbow bolt into someone's face.
Kael (laughing):
> "You guys are so lucky I'm holding back."