(A/N) Oh my this looked much longer in my google docs :/ Anyways, enjoy. Tried to make it interesting :)
"This guy just doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Jack laughed, readjusting his grip on his frost staff.
"Don't get cocky, Frostbite, Pitch doesn't give up easy." Bunny growled, and dodged an arrow of black sand, just to prove his point. Jack shrugged, and focused his attention back on the problem at hand.
Just a month after being thrown back into his dark hole underground, Pitch Black was back, and stronger than ever. His Nightmares were bigger, badder, and just as wild. To announce his lovely return, he decided to throw a party at North's place. Party as in the attack-all-the-guardians-and-attempt-to-take-over-all-children-everywhere kind of party. It was his favorite, with four names on the guest list.
North had been in the middle of examining Jack's newfound passion - ice carving. The young man had taken to it rather quickly, and his talent was unbridled. Frost was obsessed the instant North had taught him the basics. He was given total free reign, and he let his imagination take him places that even his flying couldn't take him. Within days he had created gorgeous sculptures, gaining him massive brownie points with North.
Pitch had unceremoniously destroyed half the things that the duo had created. North's face was something unexplainably frightening when the shattered bits of ice splayed across the room, with Pitch laughing as he melted back into the shadows, taunting them outside. It hadn't taken North long to acquire his dual swords and rush out into the cold, screaming Russian profanities. Bunny had quickly showed up, alongside tooth, and now the quartet were in a heated battle with Pitch, outside of North's castle.
Jack took to the air, gripping his staff tightly. "I'll show you the meaning of pain, Jack!" Pitch cried, throwing his hands forward. Nightmares rushed at the boy, dark sand clouding the air, but he didn't waste any time. He bent backwards as one flew right over his head. He blasted a couple more with masses of frigid ice, and smacked one directly in the face as it ran head-first at him. He heard the distinctive sound of wood slicing through air, and threw himself to the side as Bunny's boomerangs whistled through the air, taking out an entire row of Nightmares. Down below, North was furiously slashing through a group of Nightmares, and Toothiana flitted about, kicking, punching, and slapping anything that got within so much as a five foot radius of her. The battle was clearly in the their favor. Jack looked back up at Pitch, but the man's face was passive.
"I thought you said this was supposed to be painful!" Jack chuckled, spinning his staff around his body, snapping his wrist as he threw a wave of icicles at the Boogeyman. He lazily threw up a wall of sparkling black sand, smiling.
"Oh, my dear Jack. My dear, dear Jack," Pitch laughed, shaking his head. "You are so quick to jump to conclusions. Perhaps you should take a better look at the things around you." he growled, snapping his fingers.
Jack didn't understand. He looked around, but all he could see was the sand-filled air, black particles cluttering the atmosphere, remnants of the destroyed Nightmares. But at the sound of Pitch's snap, all the sand disappeared from his view. He blinked, not understanding. But then came the frightened scream of Toohiana.
"Jack! Turn around!" she yelled, and pitched herself towards him, desperately trying to climb to his height. Jack turned his head as a black arrow shot forward, piercing his stomach. He choked, trying to process what had just happened, the black mass protruding from his front and back. Yet Jack had no time to process, as he promptly made a soft sighing sound and his entire body disintegrated into fine white powder, the snow he so dearly loved.