Winning move

Lola, on the other hand, was busy with something, though, from this distance, Reeva couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Still, he knew it wasn't anything good. But for now, he had to deal with Landlong.

The man had the typical build of a middle-aged merchant—broad and with a large belly—but his movements were quick, like a cat pouncing on its prey. His sword lunged forward, aiming for Reeva's hip. Reeva swayed to the left, narrowly dodging the thrust. But Reeva couldn't stop there. Without seeing any more thrust he began dodging to the right anticipating the fact that he was under an illusion.

The vision came back to him and he successfully dodged the real strike.

His vision steadied as he regained his footing, smirking at the shock on Landlong's face.

"You shouldn't have shown me the trick to steering the ship," Reeva taunted.

Landlong's expression darkened. "You've got some skill for a burger boy," he sneered.