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Warnings: Nothing you guys can't handle.
"3!"
He adjusted the grip on his launcher.
"2!"
He parted his feet just a little further apart and closed his eyes.
"1!"
Breathe. Concentrate. Just play the game.
"LET IT RIP!"
With his blood boiling, Tyson pulled the blue ripcord with all of his might – A deadly mistake. Dragoon hit the dish too fast and too hard, resulting in the ice crumbling under such velocity and leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
Beybladers and fans alike winced at the rookie move.
"What's going on? Tyson never has a launch that bad this late into a tournament." observed Max.
"His anger is clouding his judgement." All eyes were on Hiro as his calculating eyes caught every miniscule movement that his brother made. "He's so focused on winning, he's actually losing."
"Oh no!" Ray gasped.
"Is there anything he can do to turn things around?" asked Hilary.
"It's possible, but in the end, the outcome of the match depends on Tyson. SO there is nothing we can do but to wait and see."
Concerned crimson eyes looked up at the baseball-capped teen. You're better than this Tyson.
Up on the platform, sweat was trickling down the 17 year old's face as his blade finally corrected itself so that it was spinning smoothly on the cool surface of the beydish. He took a breath and sighed in relief.
Alceed sneered. "Some World Champion you are. What was that you were saying about this being 'no big deal'?"
"So what if I messed up on my launch a little? Dragoon is still spinning and when this is over, you'll be able to fit what's left of your blade in a matchbox!"
The audience cheered and Max laughed. "Gotta hand it to the guy; There's not many players who can recover from that and still be talking smack."
"That's because no one has an ego as big as Tyson's." murmured Kenny.
Just as Tyson was getting confident about Dragoon spinning on the slippery surface, one of the ice spears shot up from the ground, right in front of his blade. "Woah!" He forced Dragoon to preform a 90 degree left turn on the spot, only to have another icicle shoot up and block his path. He quickly veered his blade right, when another ice spear darted out from the side, taking a chunk out of Dragoon's attack ring.
Alceed grinned. "Now I have you! Sharkeye, Ice cage!" His bitbeast arose from the turquoise blade and it's teeth transformed into gigantic, thick, pillars of ice which enclosed the white blade in a prison of ice.
Remembering that Alceed had used this move to defeat Kai, Tyson's breath hitched, "Oh no."
Alceed's face split into a menacingly grin. "Crush!"
"He's going to destroy Dragoon!" Max exclaimed.
"In the same way he destroyed mine." growled Kai as panic started to settle in.
Dragoon was trapped. Worse, it was going to be destroyed if he couldn't break out of the icy prison. Tyson closed his eyes in frustration. This was all Boris' fault! Had he just left them alone, none of this would be happening! As his mind started the torture the priest had put him through, Dragoon started to lose spin.
"KINOMIYA!"
Brown eyes snapped open and Tyson looked down at his rival, who was glaring at him with clear disappointment in his eyes. "Wake-up and get your head in the game! You didn't beat me like this and you won't beat him either!"
Tyson's eyes widened in realization and he bowed his head.
"Hehehehehe. Are you giving up?" asked Alceed, his green eyes gleaming with a predatory look.
"He's right. I'm the World Champion and it's about time I started blading like one." The wind shifted and burning mahogany eyes pierced right into the ice-wielder's soul. "I have a promise to keep. DRAGOON!" His blade picked up speed. "Miracle Tempest!" A great spiral of wind erupted from his blade and shattered the ice.
"H-How did you do that? No one escapes the ice cage! No ONE!" The ice-wielder screeched.
"Yeah well there's a first for everything." smirked the champion.
"Arg! Damn you! ICE DAGGER!" Frozen spears of ice appeared around Dragoon and launched themselves at the white blade, only to shatter before they made contact. "WHAT?!"
Tyson grinned. "Pretty sweet, huh? It's a move inspired by my buddy Bryan. A wind shield that destroys anything that comes in contact with it."
"That's brilliant!" exclaimed Kenny, as he analyzed the wind shield on his laptop. "He's mastered the destructive powers of Dragoon Storm Heart and concentrated them into a single sphere."
Kai smirked. There was the stubborn-brat he had fallen for.
"We'll see about that. ICE STORM!" Thousands of tiny daggers appeared in the sky and rained down on the white blade, but when the dust settled, Dragoon remained spinning. Alceed took a step back in shock. "I don't believe this!"
"Hey, pass along as message to Boris for me: No matter how many times he comes after me or my friends, we will always find a way to win! Dragoon! Storm Revelation!"
"Arg! Sharkeye! Cold Execution!"
As the final attacks clashed and the wind and ice elements collided, a huge sub-zero cyclone was produced. Tyson held onto his hat as he looked up at the huge storm. "Let's go Dragoon! Let's finish this!"
Sitting on the edge of their seats, the crowd wait for the winds to die down. After what felt like an eternity, the dust and snow settled and Dragoon was revealed to be the one left spinning, with Alceed's blade laying motionless beside it- completely frozen in a block of ice.
"And the winner is Tyson!" DJ Jazzman announced joyfully, and a thunder of applause followed, with the spectators chanting Tyson's name.
Tyson revealed in the glory for a moment before coming down on the platform. As soon as he touched the bottom, both Kenny and Max pulled him into a hug.
"You did it! You did it! You defeated Alceed!" cheered the brunette.
"See? No sweat Chief!" said the 17 year old, grinning before glancing at his rival. "Right Kai?"
"Hn. Your launch was sloppy."
"Hey! I still beat him didn't I?!"
"By the skin of your teeth."
As the pair argued, Hiro Kinomiya realized that it was only because Kai was able to snap some sense into his brother, that Tyson won that match at all. He eyed the Hiwatari. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...
Later that night, after Kai had finished making dinner, the dual-haired teen came into the living room and caught Tyson fiddling with Dragoon. "What's wrong?" he asked, setting the plate of stir-fry in front of him.
"Nothing." dismissed the bluenette, picking up his chopsticks. "Mmmmm, sure smells good!"
"Cut the bullshit Tyson. I've known you long enough to know when you're worried about something." Kai caught Tyson's eye, leaving his expression unguarded.
Tyson dropped his gaze down to his plate and relenting, sighing. "It's just Boris. We haven't seen the last of him."
Kai sighed. This nightmare was far from over for them. "You should've let me drop him."
It was Tyson's turn to sigh. "I know, I know. I just really thought that he would man up and admit defeat." He took a bite of his dinner. "What do you think he's up to now?"
"Knowing him, nothing good." muttered the Russian. He watched as an uneasy expression come over the younger's face. "But you need to stop torturing yourself. There's nothing more that you can do. The others are safe and we'll keep it that way."
Tyson gave his roommate a weak smile. "Thanks Kai."
Kai gave a small smile in return, but on the inside he was raging. Boris had gotten off way too easy this time, with his bladers taking his punishment. If the fucker was smart, he wouldn't come near them again, because next time, Kai wouldn't hesitate to shoot- regardless of what Tyson said.
*Looks through notes* Really? That's it for this chapter?
Please reveiw! We're almost to end!
