Chapter Twelve- Made for Destruction

Even halfway across the frozen ocean, Greay could hear the battle-cry of thousands of soldiers embattled on the shores of Arendelle. This was his home, under attack. Everything he now held dear, threatened. And then worst of all, the only one who knew everything he was, and still cared for him, now could very well be killed. Greay had already lost Aurelius, but he would not lose Elsa. Somehow, despite taking a direct, killing blow from a cannon ball, he lived, and now nothing would stop him. He shot downward toward Hans, rearing back to send an earth shattering blow. Hans ducked and rolled, and shot up a kick into Greay's stomach. The ring's shards, already embedded in his flesh, cut their way even deeper. Greay slammed into the ground, ice cracking and sea water seeping through. Hearing metal sliding out of scabbards, Greay rolled as swords were brought down were he landed, barely missing their target. Greay twisted, shooting out his legs in a wide arc, sweeping Hans' soldiers of their feet. Arcane lightning streaked towards him, but an ice wall formed in its way, shattering as the electricity dispersed. Elsa grabbed Greay, holding tightly.

"You're back," she said, her voice quivering.

"And you state the obvious. You should go, Hans really wants to hurt you, and I'm not going to let that happen." Greay replied.

"But you'll get hurt,"

"A lot of people are going to get hurt. You are the Queen of Arendelle, charged with defending your people. Go, fulfill your post, and I will take care of Hans."

"I'm not leaving you," Elsa replied, staring full into Greay's eyes. Greay relented with a sigh. She wanted to protect him, but he was determined to protect her. There was no way this could end well.

Greay went into a dead sprint toward Hans, who came running toward Greay. As they collided, they exchanged blows. Greay's fist slammed into Hans' ribcage and Hans brought a blow directly to Greay's face. Greay grabbed Hans by the neck, and threw him across the ice, jumping up to pounce as Hans careened into the ocean, bursting through the ice. Greay dove into the frigid water, searching for Hans'. The water felt static, and soon searing electricity passed through Greay, wracking him with pain as his muscles contracted unnaturally, contorting Greay. Hans appeared out of nowhere, thrusting a dagger into Greay's writhing form. As it pierced his leg, Greay cried out, inhaling water. He shot upward, into a thick roof of ice. With all the strength he could muster, he brought he fist into the ice, breaking it along with his hand. He came up, with Hans grasping the dagger his leg, out of the water. Sprawled out on the ice, Greay kicked Hans in the face. Hans reared back, stunned. Greay, with Elsa's help, struggled to his feet. He persuaded her to return to Arendelle, following her. He urged her to hurry not a moment too soon, as Hans shakily arose, yelling his threats out to Elsa and Greay as a thunderstorm descended upon Arendelle.

"So it's true, Tyson Greay? You are the burning demon of Britain I have heard so much of? The legends are true, you are made for destruction, and destruction shall we have!" Hans shouted as Greay limped off, clutching his leg to prevent bleeding.