The temperature dropped, frost spreading through nearby grass, before a huge shard of ice exploded from the ground. The woman inside was Shiva, manipulator of ice. She broke out of her icy prison, and watched the two Grats hide on the edge of the path, leaving only the Bomb in her wake. A great valley of frosted glass shattered through the Bomb's scarlet hide. Then it was all over, and Shiva disappeared.
The two Grats, knowing that the danger had ceased, rushed back out to confront the team of students, but the battle hadn't ended yet, and Squall had a trick up his sleeve. He thought again of Ifrit, the burning battalion, and silently brought him back to this world to destroy the green pests.
Ifrit arrived, slower than usual it seemed, but he still came. However, when he saw what he was facing, his face dropped in anger.
'Not one this time, but two. He must be having a laugh.'
Ifrit faced the party once again.
"Is this some kind of joke? If you can handle one Grat, why do you need me for two?"
Silence.
"Okay, but next time, make sure you need me before you call!"
A sphere of pure flame turned the Grats to nothing but ashes, and the team relaxed, well, they kind of relaxed. Ifrit was acting weird, and the two men of the group didn't like that. Squall, being the guy that he was, didn't want to have to deal with it anymore; he didn't want to be its master any longer. So he decided to let it go, and pass it off as an act of kindness. He moved to Selphie.
"You should have a summon. Take Ifrit."
Selphie reaction was a happy one, she knew how to junction GF's after reading about it in the Garden Library, and she finally had got the chance to put her knowledge into practice.
"Hey, thanks Squall!" She cried.