A Worthy Opponent
The sleek black rowboat sliced through the water, moving so quickly that if one didn't see the rowers heaving the oars back and forth, they would guess that it was propelled by magic or pulled by some Magical Beast. The truth was far simpler, every one of the sailors who rowed currently was used to pulling the enormous oars on the flagship, and the much smaller oars on the rowboat felt like nothing to them.
Anteris stood at the prow, his eyes gleaming with excitement behind his helmet, clutching his halberd in his unharmed right hand, pointing it toward the defenders who watched the approaching Grand Admiral in terror.
They had all seen his battle with the Emperor, and though he had lost, they knew that they would be no match for the mighty demon with the burning wings.