After I was done throwing a tantrum, we were back at the center of the upper deck, standing twenty paces away from each other.
The soft silence between us was broken only by the heavy hum of the flagship's magical engines and the cold spray of the ocean waves.
To our right, somewhere on the distant horizon, the sun had almost dipped below the black waters.
The lights around the deck had flickered on, casting long shadows across the steel floorboards.
It felt like I was standing in a stadium under floodlights. Thankfully, the crowd here had the decency to pretend they had more important work than watching two kids spar.
Vereshia used a Card to summon a claymore. It wasn't anything fancy, just a heavy, double-edged broadsword made of dark steel with silver runes engraved along the fuller of its blade.
She didn't take a stance.
She just held it casually by her side, the tip resting lightly on the deck plating.
