Scar twirled his sword, carving apart the ropes as they lunged at him like vipers. Despite their lively activity mere moments before, as soon as they were cut off the ropes flopped lifelessly to the floor, starting with the one that had wrapped around his throat.

It had already tied itself into a noose, ready to hang him just like Blackbeard had promised, but now it just swung around his throat as he moved.

The portions still attached to the ship, however, were still as lively and frantic in their attacks as ever. They descended from all sides, lashing at him as they tried to ensnare him once more but with every flash of his sword more roped fell limp.

As he moved across the deck of the ship, it seemed the ship itself didn't take too well to being stepped on. At least by him.

As he took another step, the wood of his intended foothold shattered apart. The board snapped in half, opening up like a hungry maw and allowing his foot to sink into its waiting throat.

As soon as he stepped in, unable to stop himself from completing the movement, the wood snapped closed over his ankle. The splintered wood dug into his ankle like the teeth of a bear trap.

By sheer coincidence, undoubtedly so, the same moment that Scar was put off balance by the deck becoming a living bear trap just so happened to be the same moment that Blackbeard swung his sword towards his throat.

It was incredibly reminiscent of his own moves of using the pirates weapons against them, forcing them off balance and into the path of his swings. How cute, honestly he was just flattered above all, as well as slightly amused.

It almost felt like a child copying their father, hoping to be just like him. Of course, just like this situation the father always had more tricks up his sleeve.

A dropped sword lifted itself off of the ground, shooting through the air like an arrow and placed itself direction in the path of Blackbeard's cutlass. The blades sung as they clashed together, the 'fatal' swing being stopped dead by the floating sword as the dreadful pirates arms trembled from how much he was fighting against it, desperately trying to push through the simple defence and continue his swings.

"Sorry about that," Scar said with a cheery tone, as if he had just stopped a polite conversation to take a phone call, "It seems I lost my footing there. How strange. At least nothing bad happened, right? I would hate for our fight to end so quickly. That would be such a disappointment."

Blackbeard grumbled and snarled, pulling out one of his multiple pistols and pressing it against Scar's forehead. But before he could pull the trigger, another sword flashed in front of him and the pistol collapsed into three parts. Two of them clattered to the floor uselessly, leaving him only holding a worthless handle with a trigger that activated nothing.

"You mock me boy?" Blackbeard ground his rotten teeth, his beard flaring into larger flames as the rage little boiled off of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be feared.

This welp was supposed to be grovelling at his feet for forgiveness and mercy like so many had done before in his life of piracy. He said himself, he was legendary! He had killed, maimed and slaughtered for so much less than this.

Half of this crew were dead because he himself shot them out of simple boredom, yet this land loving child was mocking him?!

Scar gasped dramatically, putting on a voice that was overflowing with sarcasm and fake shock,

"Who? Me? Mock you?! I. Would. Never. I wouldn't even be able to dream of such a thing, never-mind actually do it. I swear I am taking this super seriously. You're so terrifying."

Despite his oh so geniune response, Scar cackled softly behind his mask as he pulled his foot from the hole in the ship. The wooden board tried to dig in tighter, but that just resulted in its 'teeth' exploding outwards in a hail of splinters.

"Now, Shall we continue?"

Blackbeard growled under his breathe before letting out a defiant roar, swinging his sword like a man possessed as Scar crossed blades with them. It was the type of battle that seemed like it out to have some orchestral music behind it, with rises and falls to coincide with the pace of the battle.

At least that's what he was trying to create. In reality, while Blackbeard was using everything he could to attack Scar, for the man in question it was no epic battle. It was like he was fighting a toddler.

A toddler who could apparently bring an entire ship to life, as the ship itself fought against him too. More ropes lashed at him, the wooden flooring opening up repeatedly or becoming uneven in an attempt to trip him again.

There were even a few cases of the cannons loading themselves, spinning around and firing at Scar, only for him to catch the projectiles and send them right back to their sender. The power of his simple throw much more than any of the cannons could even hope to match.

Yes, it might have seemed like an epic battle worthy of such music to an outsider, but for Scar it was just playing with his food. He was intentionally holding back. He could have torn him to shreds with his threads, burned him with a spewing of soul fire or sliced him in two with his new soul slash attack, among other things.

But he did none of them, because he was curious and because he was waiting. The only ability he made sure to show off was his 'telekinetic' ability, moving the swords and guns to his will.

Even if this was a fake fight, in his eyes, he made sure to make it absolutely clear that the dreadful pirate captain was completely outmatched. That was both the important part to show, and dreadfully easy to achieve.

They once again crossed swords, Blackbeard's snarling face inches away from Scar's emotionless mask. One of their eyes filled with rage and overwhelming blood lust, while the other was nothing but amusement and confidence.

Scar slowly leaned on the [Fjord Carver] and forced the captain back so that the barnacle encrusted blade was hovering over his face.

A shimmer appeared across the edge of the blade, as small droplets of water started to form along the cutting edge. The fire bearded pirate thought little of it, after all a few small droplets weren't enough to douse his lustrous name sake beard.

But when those droplets did indeed drop from the blade and landed on his face, he began to worry as his face began to hiss. The small droplets were like acid, burrowing into his skin and melting it into a stream of ectoplasm and putrid black blood.

"I forgot to mention, this sword has a wonderful little ability. It saved my life on multiple occasions, although it did take some work to process it into something drinkable.

After all, it only produces salt water."

Another droplet fell from the blade, dripping onto Blackbeard's forehead before eating its way into that same forehead. It hissed and steamed as it burrowed deep, reaching down to his skull and marking it slightly before the droplet fully dissolved leaving nothing behind.

He tried to move away, to continue with his assualt of this worthless, cocky land lover. He wanted to draw his pistol, press it underneath his chin and pull the trigger before he could perform another trick.

Yet no matter how much he struggled, invisible threads bound his body and kept him in the perfect position for this burning water torture.

Scar leaned close, looking deep into Blackbeard's rage filled eyes as he sighed softly.

"So much power... So many men loyal to you, and yet you waste it all tormenting a single little town that did you no harm. Honestly, It's pathetic. If I had what you did, If I was in charge of all of this.

Well, I would be unstoppable. I would be able to rule this world without a single thought. No one would be able to stop my power. But you..."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head as he pressed the blade closer to his face, more droplets dripping onto his face causing the legendary pirate to finally let out a cry of pain.

Just as he was about to press the salt water edge into Blackbeard's face, Scar's hand snapped up beside his head and caught the chain that had been lunging towards his throat from behind.

It was completely silent as it writhed in his hand, not rattling like every other chain present, yet it was the same putrid green as everything else on this cursed fleet.

He slowly stood up straight, not caring about Blackbeard getting away, as he turned towards the source of the chain. He glanced at the man who's hand the chain emerged from, with amusement in his eyes as Scar finally finished his thought.

"But you... You're so damned gullible."