How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Pyralis chuckled and batted her eyes at Sparrow. "Would you do that? Go to war for little, old me? I quite like that idea." The pirates storming into the Armada once again, hopefully to size yet another victory. However, she also took pride in all the torment that she'd inflicted upon her murderer. "Oh, you know I deserved it. Do you really think I'd have let anyone take me out if I didn't? I wanted to see if I could goad her into, pressure her into bettering herself as a fighter to the point she'd end me before old age did. Needless to say, I succeeded." Pyralis didn't expect Sparrow or anyone else to necessarily understand why she'd done what she'd done. It was all very logical to her. She wanted a warriors death, to die of old age, but the craft old woman was an efficient warrior even at her advanced age. She needed someone to learn how she fought and also someone to develop a desire to end her. So she picked an Armada girl and commenced her manipulations.