IC Thread

-= Whatever Time + Flipside =-


Her face was blank and pale as she watched the fight, seeing the underdog take over the man. She shivered, and Benji rested his hand on her head. "Ah yee'll be okay, kiddo. Ya get used to this stuff after awhile!" He said, taking his hand off her head after a moment. She shook her head, speechless and frightened above all else.


-= The chosen one room thing what + Whatever time =-


Amelia jumped as she was teleported, not having time to ask who the heck was behind her. She flinched, and stood before the teal man. Opening her mouth, she tried to protest, but she couldn't see any crowd and simply closed her mouth again. Her eyes were opened wide and she stared at the teal coloured man, fiddling with her ears again.


"Oh God..." She whispered.
 
"Huh, that's funny. You seem to be acting extremely surprised for a flipside," the teal-haired man commented, walking closer to Amelia for inspection. "They usually have complete control over their forms, but you seem to be different. Ah, where are my manners? My name is McCartney. I was told to retrieve you for the next fight."
 
Krystal stopped short of the row the boy had been sitting in watching as another man transported them somewhere else. "Woah, freaky." He mumbled softly flipping his hair out of his face.


"Not as freaky as you." He heard a strange, yet, somehow familiar voice say. 


"What the? Who's there?" He asked louder then he intended to. He looked around trying to find the origin of the voice. His smile faded as he heard a soft chuckle.


"Silly boy, I am you, my name's Kari, I'll be your.... guardian.... while your here. For now just sit still and pay attention. That cute boy is about to fight." 


"Wait what? He is! That's awesome!" Krystals smile once again stretched wide as he hoped down another few rows sitting where the boy had just been. He turned and looked at the man with the bull horns. "Some place they got here huh? This is so cool! Where are we? How long until I can fight? Wait, can I fight?"


"Ha, as if, your to squishy, if you get picked to fight just let me handle it." He heard the voice say again.
 
Tuesday, 4:55 PM


Garrett took a large heft as he fell into the couch in the middle of the room. His arms weak and sore, he'd been lifting furniture into his empty home for the past couple of hours. He had just arrived, having no friends to help him. He opened his water bottle, taking a drink of the lukewarm drink. He wanted to spit it out in disgust, but simply lacked the energy to do anything but hydrate and rest. 


It had been three days since his father's death.


He hadn't told anyone he was moving, he simply packed up his things and left. Using the inheritance money, he found a small house miles away from his previous home, leaving behind what few contacts and memories he had from before. He was fond of the home he picked out, it wasn't too spacious to overwhelm him, but not too small to discomfort him. He always liked homes that took only what they needed, and a house for a single person never had to be large. Several minutes had passed before he stood back up, the old sore feeling fading as he moved to finish his furniture. 


Thursday, 9:12 PM


He sat in the kitchen alone, he had just finished moving everything an hour ago. He nodded in approval at his work, finding everything in its desired place. He ate alone in silence, the only thing accompanying him being the light above. He uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring enough for a single drink before putting it away, lifting the glass. "To new beginnings." He murmured to himself, downing the drink. He took the last few bites of his food, burying his face in his wrist and resting his eyes. He was tired, wrought by the past two days of organising and lifting. He was finally finished, and deserved a break. 


Friday, 12:29 PM


He awoke in a groggy state, his eyes refusing to open for the next few minutes before he forced himself to sit up. He hadn't set an alarm, and didn't plan on it, he decided today to be his break day.


His schedule called for absolutely nothing. He rarely drank, and refused to waste his day on alcohol and waste away watching television. He made it a personal goal for himself to meet some people today. Staying in this neighbourhood without knowing anyone would be extremely hard for him, and he decided the sooner he makes first impressions, the better. 


At least, that was his plan.


Friday, 2:17 PM


After taking a long time to prep himself, making sure everything in his home was set and ready, he was finally ready to leave. Just ask he opened the door, taking his first step out, he almost tripped over a small package. He looked down, picking up the small box, looking for any signs of a mailing service to no avail, and taking it inside. The box was nothing out of the ordinary, save for his name being on the box itself, instead of being on a mailing sticker of sorts. He opened it to see a decorative key along with a formally-written letter. He scanned through the letter, chuckling at its absurdity. It was either a really well-done prank by the locals, or something completely beyond him. The key had no determined shape, the end seemed to just change shape every time he looked at it. "I have to lay off the wine..." He whispered to himself, a piece of him genuinely scared by it. 


Friday, 4:49 PM 


He sat on his table, looking at the key. He had asked his neighbours about it, and whether or not they had received one as well, but they all returned the same consensus: No, we don't know what it is. 


Every time he blinked, the key seemingly changed, which at this point was driving him genuinely insane. He kept silently debating to himself whether or not he should do it before finally throwing his arms up in the air. What have I to lose? He came to the conclusion as he swiftly took the key, not even bothered by the fact that it fit into his front door like a glove at this point. This is just some crazy prank. Were his last thoughts as he turned the key, the lock turning to a blinding light. 


Friday, ???


His eyes burned to with the light as he opened them, the harsh sunlight taking no pity on him as he squinted. He felt like he had fallen asleep, but remembers briefly moments ago turning the key. He rubbed his face as he sat up, his back sore as if he had slept on the ground. 


"Hello." 


He jumped in reaction, his eyes opening slightly as his head darts around, looking for the source of the voice. 


"You won't find me. I'm in your head." 


"Y-You're in my head?"


"That's right."


"Well get out of my head!" He said, shaking his head in confusion, his eyes matching his tone. 


Minutes passed in silence, he was in an unfamiliar land, completely unaware of his surroundings. The faces around him were unfamiliar as well, leading him to look around for anything familiar. He spotted a screen, while currently showing nothing, was still seemingly hung up for a purpose. The silence in his head took a moment to register, he paused. Did that actually work? He thought to himself, a sense of relief crawling over him.


"No. It didn't." 


He almost jumped again, annoyance overtaking his previous relief. "Who are you, what is this place, why and how are you in my head?" 
 
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-= Insert Time Here + Flipside Hellhole =-


"W-What's that supposed to mean~!" She hissed, not meaning to sound so angry. Her eyes traveled to the ground in shame, quickly looking back up at him. "Control- Flipside- the hell is happening..?!" She narrowed her eyes at him.


Why am I here, who the f- HECK are these people~?!


She closed her eyes again, "Those people- they have bloody chainsaws for hands! A-And you pick me?! O-Of all people- creatures- okay back to the start..." She paced in circles and spoke quickly, frightened. Finally, Amelia stopped, not facing him. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" Her voice cracked but she looked calm. Her hands traveled to her ears again, feeling the soft fur on them.
 
~Time Unknown, Friday, Flipside~


Dominic watched the fight and the crowd with equal amusement. "Flipside is a nice place wouldn't you agree?" A voice spoke to him after the fight ended. Dominic shrugged, "Gratuitous is a better word for it. The people are nice enough I guess. I feel like I'm not the only one here who isn't part of Flipside originally though... I've noticed a few people without unique parts or oddities. Now be quiet, I want to watch the next fight." He leaned forward a bit. Dominic caught on quickly that the voice was in his head and instead of freaking out he decided to just go with it. Chainsaws and floating orbs were normal here so a voice in his head musn't have been all that weird. This was a whole new world for him and it's exactly what he wanted. "Two things though. First, your name. Second, how long do you think it will be until we are picked?" He asked. "Kilian. And I couldn't tell you. It seems so far to be random. Who said WE will be fighting? I'll be the one fighting." Dominic laughed silently. "We'll see..." He crossed his arms and waited for the next fight, taking mental notes about everything going on.
 
"Now, if I could ask for your name to tell Starr?" Lennon asked Sheath while standing patiently.


"Sheath," the flipside replied, clenching his fist, ready for the fight. Lennon bowed and teleported out of the room.


Meanwhile, McCartney stood there scratching his head, watching the confused girl pace around before coming to a halt. "Well, all I could tell you is that you're about to participate in your first fight. Now, I've got some questions for you. First, have you looked in a mirror, recently? You should always look presentable to the crowds." He gestured to a mirror on the wall. "Now, my second question for you *deep breath* WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOOOSE?!?!" McCartney yelled, pointing at the girl's ears. "Second of all, what's your name so I can inform Starr of who to announce for the fight."
 
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Day: Friday                  |


Time of day: Day         | 


Location: Flipside        |


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I had a dream last night. It was about a little girl, if I can remember correctly. She stood in front of a flower shop. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress. She was very happy and was even twirling around with it. I can't exactly remember what happens next. There was alot of blur in my dream and I was like in a black and white movie. Wait... A car passes. Then another. Then... Then I... I suddenly find myself walking towards her. I was feeling happy too. I look at my hand and there I held a knife. I raised my head again and looked at her. She seemed scared. That stopped me for a while then I hid the knife in my back and showed her my hands, waved it, like saying, "Look. Look. I don't have it." I walked closer to her until she was directly in front of me... Then... Then... I knelt. I patted her head. And I cried... I was saying something. I was telling her something. I can't remember.


I can't remember anything.


All I remember is having that dream. I woke up, head hurting like it had been banged in a wall multiple times. I woke up, inside what it seemed like a coliseum. Lots of people screaming. "OOooh!!" "Aaahhh!!" Screaming out of pity and awe. And a guy beside me, who looked too large to be human, suddenly stood up. "Yyearr!! Just finish it will ya?!! Crumple him like the trash he is?!!" He screamed. His voice sounded like a lion. That was way to growly to be human's. I looked at the center. And there was two people fighting. Trying to end each other's lives. Both holding their own weapon. Wait... Where exactly am I? And why are there, people... No... Some don't even look like people. Why are they watching people die like it's a game?


"AANNDD THHEE WINNEER ISS!" Suddenly a resounding large voice shakes the entire coliseum. "PIIEERRE!! THE FIRE BEARER!" What the hell is this? What the hell is this? I can't believe it. He just tore off his head... Wow. Is that person really dead? Where are they taking him? Well, for all I care. I only need to find out where I am, who I am and what the hell am I doing here... Sigh. 


Suddenly, a group of people lifted the corpse of the loser. The crowd made a long boo at the scene. Piere suddenly raised his hands and waived at the crowd and it suddenly became wild again. Almost like a football match. Wait. What's a football match?


"Hey, there. You look really confused. Are you new around here?" Suddenly, a young man, looking around his mid-20s, approached me. He was fairly small. Maybe a feet smaller that me. He wore totally medieval clothing. Some bracers. He tied his long hair back. Has a neck beard. And he's fucking ugly. Plus, he smells.


"What is this place?" I said. Making wide arm movements emphasizing my confusion.


"Oh. I don't really know anything. Hehe." He said. "I'm dumb."


Figures.


I need to clear off my head. Find out the person behind this. There's so many questions in my head...


But I don't need all the answers. I just need to get out of here.


"Well hello there, newcomer?" A masked person approached me. "Mind telling me your name?"


Name... Name. I can remember a name... Yes... Yes. My name is... F... Fe.. F...


"ELF." 
 
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-= Hammer time =-


"Amelia." She said under her breath. Her eyes found the mirror that sat on the wall and she stepped closer to it. She held her hair up to her eyes and realized it wasn't it's normal colour. Her ears were a brownish colour aswell, with tan on the inside.


"No, my name is Kitten."


The voice rung in Amelia's ears as she stared at herself.


Kitten..?


"Bloody hell just tell him your name's Kitten..! Now!" The voice hissed in her head and she flinched.


"Kitten~!" She said after a moment. The voice in her head seemed pleased.


"Good. I'll be the one fighting, skittle."


Who the f- hell is skittle?


"Everyone~! Tis' only a nickname." The voice had a slightly british accent, which confused the hell out of Amelia.
What if you loose?!


"I won't loose if you leave me alone."
I'd hate to loose, much less to bloody die!


She remembered she had been staring in the mirror while her voice spoke. She checked behind her and she didn't have a tail, it just wasn't there. "Awh!" She said.
Awh. She thought.
 
Jane was completely sicked out by the fight, she could barelly watch yet Felicia was enjoying it so much. She couldn't believe that a young kid was pitted againstman armed psycho.


"Th-That's cruel! We must stop him!" Jane said but before she could even get off the seat, Felicia grabbed her.


"C'mon! Don't be a pussy! See? The kid is going to be alright! You had to see last week! There was this little human girl and boy if she leaved a mess!" The cat girl roared a sadistic giggle while the policewoman was completely disgusted, she gave a worried look at the boy while he was struggling, she wanted to get there, to help him, but Felicia was holding her on the seat while rooting for the gladiators, the cat girl wasn't doing it out of maliciousness butshe was doing her best to make thefight more appealing while speaking about the life and times of the gladiators.


But then the match finally got to a conclusion and a blast of the kid's drones sent a spray of blood on Jane's face, she winced in terror and she had to fight the urge to scream in complete disgust.


"What a let down! I really wished that the guy with the chainsaw won, he was a far superior fighter, not that pretty face and his toys" Jane looked around for a voice that seemingly came from her head. "Did you heard that?" She asked worried to Felicia, hoping that she didn't went insane. "Heard what?" Responded clueless the cat girl.


"What's the matter? Did I scared you?" said amused the voice, it reminded Jane of her own voice, except more growly and low pitched, the policewoman broke off from the clutches of the cat girl and with an excuse she tried to leave.


"Feeling sick? My what a pansy! I thought you got more guts, officer." Said the voice in her head.


"J-just who the hell are you?!?" She almost yelled, gaining a few quizzed looks from the nearby audience.


"Me? I'm Eve, your Flipside! Don't worry you ain't gonna shake me off that easily" Jane was frantically looking for an exit, utter horror was painting her face and the blood on her face made the display all the more grottesque.


"Where are you?!?" She yelled angered and frightened, a nearby group of beastmen thought she went completelly insane.


"I'm you, yet not. I'm what you should become yet you don't want". The beastmen were looking at Jane worried, she was wobbling confused while muttering under her breath.


"No... No... It's just... It's just stress..." She sitted down on the ground, she was trying hard to calm herself down.


"Hey! Offi are you alright?!?" Felicia yelled in distress while running down the hallway Jane suddently found herself. The cat girl held the hand of the Officer with a worried look on her face, waiting for a response.


"Y-Yeah, it's just... Some stress, can I get a cup o' joe and a trip to the restroom?"
 
"Very well! Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go inform Starr." McCartney bowed a graceful bow as he teleported out of the preparation room. ((That better be an awh of disappointment))


Minutes passed as Sheath stood in the preparation room until the lights went out and a door opened. Starr's voice could be heard through the PA system once more. "Alright, ladies and gentleman! Our next fight features two of Flipsides newest additions!" Sheath walked through the door, stopping under the spotlight. "Please give them a warm welcome everyone! The next two combatants are Sheath and Kitty!" The crowd roared with excitement, but Sheath didn't let it get to him, keeping himself calm and composed.
 
Garrett jumped as the giant screen lit up, showing an average man, clearly of some importance by his position. He spoke in a stern and charismatic tone, getting everyone excited. 


"The..." He snapped his fingers at the realisation. "So this is the Flipside? Then who the hell is this in my head?" 


The voice sighed, clearly annoyed by such a mundane question. "I am Avton. Your 'flipside.' Greetings."


Garrett came up with more questions than answers, finding no solid place to start his questioning. "The hell is a 'flip side'?" 


The voice went silent, trying to form an answer. "Think of me as... a separate personality." "So I'm crazy?" "No no, you are very much sane, I'd hope. I'm more so here for your sake. The people you're going to fight have special abilities, and as do I. I'm going to fight on your behalf." 


His eyes slanted again, confusion spinning around him like asteroids. "I'm going to fight?! Fight who? Why? Abilities?" He stopped, getting choked up on the questions as they left his mouth faster than he could register them. He took a deep breath, recollecting himself. "Explain everything the best you can, is that too hard?" "If you're going to mock me, perhaps it'd be best if I didn't. Since you're undoubtedly going to apologise, I'll do it anyways." 


Garrett took a seat, watching the screen as he listened in on the voice in his head. "First of all, don't ask questions. You fight, but you won't die. You can't. I'll, however, do the fighting for you. We'll combine our thoughts and ideas to work together, you use my abilities, I give you the abilities. Nobody's taking over anyone, got it? This is a partnership." "Okay, sounds reasonable enough. What exactly is your ability, though? Can you shoot fire, teleport, or shoot teleporting fire?" The voice sighed again, "No. I can not do such things. What I can do is, if close enough, roughly 15 feet or so, I can cloud an area in a sphere that will either slow down or speed up time inside the sphere. Simple enough?" 


Garrett's head swam, trying to comprehend it before spurting out. "How the hell is that a combat ability? Most I can see is slowing down bullets or something. They don't have guns, do they?" "I'm not sure, that's a bridge we'll burn when we come to it, however. As for combat, that'll be up to you." Garrett leaned forward, rubbing his face in an act of stress. "I've never fought anyone, I don't know the first thing. I am screwed." "I don't need my host giving up before it's even started. You're going to not only prove to me that you can fight and win, but you'll prove it to yourself. Until then, watch the current fight, get yourself a general idea of what to prepare yourself for."
 
She flinched as she heard her name, "I said Kitten!'" The voice hissed.


So did I! Now what the bloody hell- oh my God, if we- you- if YOU loose....


"You don't help. Now shut the fuck up and- the doors are open. Go! Now. I'll control you, skittle."
Amelia, my name's Amelia!


"Not any more, it ain't. Here, people know you as Kitten."


Fine.


Kitten stepped out of the doors, frightened by the giant crowd. "Oh, God....." She whispered.


She could barely make out the other side, but she could see farther than she could as a human. "Oh, God..." She whispered again.


My name is Kitten, and I can win this battle.


What-?!


She didn't have time to explain, and she felt the crowd screaming in her ears. Oh God.
 
Dominic leaned forward, "The girl looks scared... She's kinda cute from this distance." He nodded to himself. The cheering crowd drowned out anything he might have said, but in reality he was speaking to Kilian. "When the time comes it will be them or us." Dominic rolled his eyes at the comment. "Yes but it's not that situation at the moment. What can we do anyways?" He rested his elbows on his legs, eager to watch the fight begin. "In Flipside we can control fire with our mind and hold it like an object. The only drawback is the headache it gives if we use it too much here. A few minutes usage wouldn't be too bad though." A flurry of ideas came to mind within seconds.


"What do you suggest we do with our flames if we ever go up against that Kitty girl?"


"Let the fire take as long as possible to kill her...."


He knew why Kilian made the suggestion, and it was actually a very smart plan. Kilian was just like Dominic in knowing how powerful psychological warfare was. Anyone can cut off a limb or shoot a gun but Dominic and Kilian had the same idea about the importance of destroying the psyche of their opponent.
 
((I realized I messed up with the name. I'm not sorry.))


Sheath looked up, watching the stage roulette slow down until it stopped on a steel-colored gear with a silver background. "And it looks like the battle field is Steel Factory!" All of a sudden, the arena floor began to rumble as several different types of machinery, including conveyor belts and cranes, solidified into view.


Sheath got into a ready position as the countdown began.
 
The next two contestants to fight appeared at least somewhat more evenly matched. Well, Aralyn took that thought back. The girl seemed rather scared. But who knows?-- maybe she'll show off some kick-butt powers no one would expect. That girl has cat ears! Kyuuuute! 


"Heh, when I take you over your appearance will change too."


By now the girl figured out she could think thoughts and be able to communicate with this Quelyn person who was in her head!


"Take me over...? What?! Like, demon possession-style?"


"No... like flipside style. I have the battle prowess, and you have the body. You want to not get KO'd and I want to win."


"What's in it for you then? And why are you even here in the first place?" Meanwhile, the dial was spun and the setting for the game was a factory-like space.


"Quelyn?" No response. With slight misgivings about the whole being taken over thing she settled back in her chair to watch the match. Silently she was hoping the girl would win. Aralyn recalled that her name was Kitty or Catty or Katie... something like that.  
 
Amelia braced herself, still jumping as the scenery changed. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." She whispered, shakily.


Better trust me, skittle. Don't you dare give up now. I'd hate to loose!'


Yer a pain in the bloody ass, you know?! I-
She didn't finish, she began to eye the opponent.


What if I- what if WE loose.......... She thought. She didn't look weird, or anything as abnormal as he did. But he still resembled a human.


(Ha, it's fine. Kitty, Kitten, same thing lmao)
 
((Time to make it a recurring joke, then :P  ))


Three. Two. One. FIGHT!


Sheath immediately dashed forward at the sound of the alarm, gathering ice on his hands as he ran in for a flurry of blows.
 
Amelia narrowed her eyes, feeling herself move against her will. Left, right, left, right. Kitten whispered in her head, but before she could question, Amelia was racing towards the other abnormal person.


Win!

(Oh and that was an 'awh' of disappointment~!)
 
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Friday (Time Unknown)


Flipside, Outside of the Colloseum


Kendra wiped her tears and followed the voice's instructions.


"Good, petit cherie. I will show you how to not be such a weak one." He said in a whisper. Kendra raised an eyebrow, as the voice purred in a French like accent.


"When will i see you?" she asked, looking up at the Colloseum.


The voice chuckled. "You wont see me, yet, just give me control, cherie, then I will show you."


"Control?"


The voice sighed. "Let go of yourself, lose all control, Cherie. Let it go, my dear,"


Kendra listened to the voice, swaying as she was walking, his voice velvet in her ear, a nice soothing melody, a temptation that only he can coax out. She closed her eyes, all she heard was his smooth chuckle, and all went black.


Accai opened his eyes, as the transformation begun, Kendra's body was his now, and he made his own adjustments


"Oh my god, what have you done?" Kendra's voice echoed throughout Accai's head.


"Merci, mon cherie, you don't know how long it has been since I wanted to take over. You are not worthy of such a body."


"I swear if you touch my breasts"


"What breats?" Accai turned to a mirror, causing Kendra to gasp. Her body changed. She had a man's body, long white hair, and a becoming scar on the chin. He was fit and muscular, and  his white hair was in a messy ponytail.


"I am SEXY!, quick find a way to turn on the phone and take a picture."


"In case you haven't realized, Cherie, I am the captain now. No more bullshit pictures, no more spoiled behavior, no more nothing. Its just me, and the glory of fighting."


Kendra groaned as Accai walked into the Colloseum and took a look around.


"Let's see, where to go first."


Kendra then blurted out in his head, making Accai stumble. "How did you gain control."


"I took advantage of your weakness, a nice hot male voice whispering in your ear, and with me having an Accent made it much more effective."


"You know everything about me do you?"


Accai nodded, "Oui, Mon cherie, I was around your entire life, and trust me, I know all of your dirty girl secrets.


"You pervert!"


"Merci."
 
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Sheath punched the ground in front of him with a frozen fist, creating a wall of ice which he hoped his opponent would run into, not being able to stop in time.
 
Kitten was surprised at the wall of ice, it knocked her off guard, but she slid to a halt before she ran completely into it. Amelia screamed at Kitten, but she didn't reply.


With a little kick to the ice, it cracked in the area and it made her look like she knew what she was doing.


If only she really did know what she was doing.
 
Krystal watched as the arena once again changed into a giant factory type setting. "Wow. Steampunk much..." His eyes sifted from one thing to another before he spotted the boy. He watched intently as the boy had run forward and created an ice wall in front of the girl... Kitty, he thought he had heard her name was. His eyes shifted back to the boy. "And... sheath?" I think. He mumbled to himself. He found himself enjoying this a little to much. Normally he was a very peaceful person, if a little hyperactive. He sat back a minute to think.


"Dont think, just watch, study, its best to learn all you can now, you never know when you might have to fight one of them two, hopefully soon." he heard the voice in his head again.

"Gah shut it, you may want to fight, i just want to explore, i wonder if theirs a way into the control room? Got any ideas voice in my head?" He found himself asking the question out loud.

"Quiet child, your gonna get us in trouble, just shut up and focus on the fight."

"Whatever." Krystal said as he got up glancing at the boy one more time and chuckling. "See ya around cutie." He said softly before he began to explore looking for any secret passages or doorways.
 
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Sheath noticed a crack in the ice wall as he stood back from it. He harumfed, taking a wide stance with his legs as he punched the ice wall with a great amount of force, causing it to shatter and send shards flying forward around the area of impact.
 
Well, fuck.


Don't say that word.
Shut it.


Kitten was quick to jump to the side, ice shards flying almost past her. A few, however, flew towards her, and she ducked to avoid it. It slid ontop of her head, parting her hair and sending shivers down her spine.


Oh my God COLD
Shaddap!



She shivered, waiting for his next attack with her eyes narrow.
 
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