[There's an flashing arc of silver as Law disposes of another cultist as Norrington snaps, surging forward as he does so.
An Elite could give anyone a hard time, some worse than others, and the one he meets in a clash of sparks and steel in the moment he reaches Norrington is the strongest he's ever met.
He is actually testing his physical strength. He can feel the wood splintering beneath his bootheels as they strain, taking each other's measure. This is an Elite's Elite. Maybe even a high ranking commander. Or the commander of the raid.
The other Elite is much weaker, he feels it, but there is something wily and cunning in her movements. A warrior that relies on supreme skill and wit, rather than brute force. A formidable opponent for anyone.
With a wicked, bloodthirsty smile and mad dog eyes that Law can see from the corner of his vision, the woman readies her blades and closes in on Norrington, intent for the kill.
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An Elite could give anyone a hard time, some worse than others, and the one he meets in a clash of sparks and steel in the moment he reaches Norrington is the strongest he's ever met.
He is actually testing his physical strength. He can feel the wood splintering beneath his bootheels as they strain, taking each other's measure. This is an Elite's Elite. Maybe even a high ranking commander. Or the commander of the raid.
The other Elite is much weaker, he feels it, but there is something wily and cunning in her movements. A warrior that relies on supreme skill and wit, rather than brute force. A formidable opponent for anyone.
With a wicked, bloodthirsty smile and mad dog eyes that Law can see from the corner of his vision, the woman readies her blades and closes in on Norrington, intent for the kill.
Defend yourselves sailors. If you can.]