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When; November 29th, Late Afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Vala Mal Doranriteofmaldoran, Hector Barbossa captain_hector
Summary; De-sluggifying Vala xD
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She staggered sideways as her legs gave out, unarmed hand flying to the side, bracing against the bent light post there. A growl rose from low in her throat. The last confrontation had left her feeling strange. butweakness could not be tolerated. She was simply out of practice with the weapon.

Filthy slaves, opposing them. They needed to be punished. Slaughtered. None could rise against them.

Her right hand lifted, dark eyes falling to the ribbon device encasing her palm. She was not finished. There were more out there. She could almost smell their betrayal. The Queen was counting on her. She and her brothers.
Snarling, she shoved away from the wall, staggered two steps, then straightened to her full height.

They needed to die. No matter what the cost.

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He'd grown increasingly curious about the goings-on within the city, and now wondered heavily and sure though the streets, weilding a sword and a monkey that tended to screech at the slightest slug-related upstart. He'd stomped, left a few foot prints, stabbed, and smirked at what a silly excuse for a problem everyone was making this.

Jack had made another fuss, and Barbossa turned idle attentions to him. He was back to looking at the road, though, when he heard the shuffle of steps in front of it. Vala stood before him, looking both tired and determined. "Ah, lass," He started, giving her a suspicious eye, "Aren' ye supposed t'be ou' causin' trouble fer everyone?" He hadn't been completely oblivious to what was going on, and paid special attentions to people he happened to know. Vala had been causing quite a bit of trouble, talking as if she'd gone mad and, apparently, had taken fighting to the streets.

He smiled lightly, taking a firm grip on his sword.

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Her gaze snapped around at the screech, the voice, hair swinging with the abrupt movement.

Human filth.

Her sneer was wide and haughty, twisting her pretty features into something vicious and hostile. She straightened again, shoulders tense, ribbon-clad hand flexing with anticipation. And this man? Who was he, speaking in such a tone? To her? Insolent servants.

"You are part of that group, slave," She hissed. The friendliness, the flirtatious glitter that usually burned in her eyes was all but extinguished. She had the body of Vala Mal Doran, but for all intents and purposes-- the woman standing poised and ready before Barbossa looked nothing like her.

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"Hm." His small smile faded, "Quite a tongue yeh've developed, girl." His feet moved into a solid stance below him. He wasn't so sure about the weapon she was holding, so he figured that he out to move first and see any counter she had to offer. He didn't want to hurt her, for sure, and so when he lunged, sword poised before him as his arm lashed out, it wasn't a lethal aim, purposfully crooked.

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"I am your God!" She snapped, eyes flaring with indignation as he spoke to her. Girl. She was no child. She stood tall, lips curling into a sneer as he slashed for her. A simple blade, and such a predictable attack, too. Did he really think he could beat her?

Stepping slightly to the left, her right hand lifted, the ruby-stone in the middle of her palm flashing brilliantly. A shockwave raced from her body, power surging down her arm and releasing to pick up the man and throw him violently against the nearby brick wall.