Chapter 1: First Impression
A week has passed since the deal of Madame Margaret and Boris.
Madame Margaret's carriage was trotting along the dirt path that led to Balkov Abbey, but this time Madame Margaret wasn't alone. She was accompanied by 5 girls of various ages and her assistant Sprocket.
"Girls behave yourselves or you'll suffer dire consequences!" exclaimed icily Madame Margaret. "Not by Sprocket or me, of course, but by the abbey's guards. I'm doing this so you could be better bladers."
"Madame Margaret we have arrived at Balkov abbey." Said a feminine French accented voice.
"Thank you, Saline." replied Madame Margaret, "Now girls this is your day of destiny." The door was then opened by Boris who held out his hand to help Madame Margaret out. Madame Margaret was soon followed out by her assistant and her girls.
"Boris, this is my team of blade warriors." said Madame Margaret. Boris then looked at the 5 girls. He studied them very carefully to make sure there weren't any flaws in them.
"They're just what you told me, in perfect condition." replied Boris.
"Yes, but are they as perfect in beyblading?" asked a voice.
Madame Margaret turned her head toward where the voice came from and there stood Voltaire.
"Voltaire." replied Madame Margaret, "Is there something wrong with my girls?"
"Margaret the Biovolt Corporation takes in strong bladers NOT pathetic weaklings!" exclaimed Voltaire.
"Voltaire, Voltaire, you haven't changed a bit. You look on the outside never the on the inside. You always assume that females are weak when you haven't seen their skills." replied coolly Madame Margaret. "Sprocket launch beyblades, now!"
"Yes, Madam!" exclaimed Sprocket. Soon Sprocket launched five white beyblades into the air and soon the blades began tearing land of the abbey.
"Ladies of Saint Claire's positions ready!" ordered Sprocket. Soon Cammy, Melody, Natasha, Anastasia, and Angel planted their feet on the ground and got their launchers and blades ready for their demonstration.
"3…2…1…Let it rip!" yelled Sprocket. Soon their blades were released with intense force that left small impact craters when they hit the ground.
Soon Seamara, Fara, Wolmara, Cobris, and Falmara were viciously attacking the five blades with great and brute force. Cammy soon let out a small smirk and soon the others girls were smirking.
Their blades were soon circling around the five white blades.
"Ice Age!" they all yelled. Soon their blades began to glow a beautiful gold color, and the whole area of the abbey was temporarily swallowed by this bright light.
When the lights stopped there stood the five white blades frozen into a solid iceberg just like a mammoth.
"1 minute and 30 seconds, excellent girls truly satisfied. You beat Saint Claire's record of two minuets and thirty seconds." replied Sprocket.
"I told you so Voltaire. These girls are the pride of Saint Claire's. I'm sure that they will be of great use to your plans." said Madame Margaret.
"Indeed they will Margaret, indeed they will." replied Voltaire.