Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. A pair of golden eyes opened up inside the rage of the blizzard. They pierced through like a snow leopard in the desert. Exposed to the pray from a mile away.
Smoke simmered around the owner's body. A outline of his body quickly formed around the blizzard. He pressed forward like nothing bothered him. He was scarred for the instant; komoto torn to nothing more than a rag around his and and shoulders, his under shirt was missing below the metal elongated diamond on his chest. His skin was blue from frostbite, stiffened his motions as he moved.
"Iron breathing technique, form two." His skin gradually returned to the normal tan pigment his was used to.
His grip tightened around the massive buster sword in his hand. He rose his other forearm over his eyes, his sword's flat edge swung up and rested on the blood soaked skin. The sword started to glow and heat up and burn the top of his skin.
His muscles tightened and flexed down to his flesh. Each vein popped out and brightened red in color.
A tunnel of heat barrelled ahead through the blizzard's blindness effect. Another person's face came into view on the other side. Hair and eyes white as the snow around them, camouflaged to near perfection. Only the black characters for " lower six" made him stand out. Even his skin changed color to better fit around his surroundings.
"You're not as weak as I thought at the start of this battle." His voice echoed through each powerful snowflake around him. "Regular demon hunters never stand this long around us."
He huffed, pressing his feet deeper into the layer of snow. "You twelve are nothing more than a special type of demon. A pain on my ass."
"You'll see the true power of our lord in true sight." His snow over powered the heat circle that was created. "You'll freeze, eat you like a popsicle."
His eyes closed and his lungs absorbed as much oxygen he could do. Without the use of eyesight, his sense of hearing rose exponentially. The sounds of how the snow impacted and swirled changed from just the white noise. Each flake hit differently, from speed to size, and strength.
It was subtle but still painfully noticable. The special demon art this one used allowed him to hide within the weather. And up in these mountains, laid snow that he empowered beyond normal. Temperatures dropped bellowing freezing; making him attack with the feeling of ice and without a change in the snow itself.
There was no denying how powerful this demon was with his blood art. Any normal Demon Slayer would've died within the initial trap of the weather.
"My name is Alistair! My father forged the handle of my sword, my mother forged the guard of my cross-guard."
"Why do I care about you? You're body tastes the same no matter."
Each syllable slightly changed how the snow maneuvered around. It was like his voice controlled how the snow moved around, and his voice only created vibrations in the snow flakes.
"I was told you might now what happened to them in that forge. To the people inside."
"Nobody in the human population is strong enough to be remembered. You're passions are nothing more than uneeded"
"Iron breathing technique form three." He whispered inside the monologue. His body swung around in a perfect circle and slashed down at a selective angle.
Blood splattered through the snow and revealed the demon behind. His eyes were strained and feared the Demon Slayer for the first time of his life. The massive five inch wide sword slashed through the demon's white body. His head and down to his right arm separated from the rest of the body.
He was able to grab the demon's throat and chuck his body into the woods. His body flashed right next to the sack of flesh and stabbed his sword into demon and into the tree.
"I can't fail him, the power he gave me should've made me stronger than any of you!" The demon screamed and struggled with his one arm. Even though it was pointless and did nothing.
Alistair's breathing became heavy and slow. Yet the steam continued through the exterior of his body as it released all the tension and abnormalities. Everything this battle put in through finally set in.
It was like a hammer repeatedly bashed his muscles during a marathon while he curled fifty pounds. His legs gave out right in of the demon's pinned body. It wasn't like it even noticed how helpless the Demon Slayer was in the moment. One attack with all it had could take him out without struggle.
"Who the hell is he?" Alistair asked. He stared into empty space as he huffed with each word. His vision became a red blur, to him his vision became cloudy while his eyes popped vessels over and over again.
"Don't act so stupid in front of me. Don't give me that pity." His squirming stopped and looked down to Alistair. "A few lucky shots doesn't make you any stronger than my master."
Alistair couldn't have realize the strike behind him. A solid build up of snow formed around his grounded arms. The ice cold formation took over his wrist and buried them beneath the earth. A larger formation snuck up behind and pinned his head into the ice.
Blood splattered from the blunt force, the red slashed against the tree and onto the demon. His eyes rolled back in his head with orgasmic shock. In an instant the rest of his body regrew and forced himself off the sword.
"As vile and rude as you've been to me and my master. You fought well. Stronger than most hunters I've encountered." The demon ran his tongue up the tree trunk, licking up all the blood in the path. "But your battle ends here."
A flurry came through the tree line. The full tsunami wall surrounded the two in a pure white typhoon. In moments it became just Alistair in the eye of the storm. Helpless, alone.
Alistair's breath changed, rapid but in a understood tempo. Each one the same depth and spaced between each other. The veins in his arms rushed heavy with blood. His fingers dug into the snow an scrunched the snow into his palms.
The gold moons of his eyes regained back the vision lost. He noticed just in time as the demon before him disappeared back into the snow. His legs flexed and tensed so hard his muscles ripped. Both his legs healed up and positoned below his waist.
The vortex became inches away from his body. Loose pellets of ice flung out from the storm and slashed against Alistair's body. His blood simmered against the frozen air and slightly burned his skin.
"Form 3." His eyes perfectly followed of the speed produced. Time didn't slow neither did the vortex's speed. Yet he saw it slow down fast enough for him to see the gaps. "Hammer strike."
His legs launched him through like a torpedo. He curled his legs into his chest and spun with a flip. Only a few cuts of the ice managed to cut his arms, but left relativity unscaved.
His body sprung open on the other side into a giant 'X'. He clasped his arms together and adjusted his legs to springboard in front of him. First his legs landed on the tree before his arms could grab the sword's handle.
The muscles in his legs enlarged even further for his jump. He flipped backwards off the tree with the sword in hand. He twirled his body around and held his sword above his head. The power built from his legs transferred up to his arms for the swing.
In Alistair's eyes he saw exactly where the demon hid inside the vortex. Right where his attack had to be. He tried to move faster and faster with each step in his evasion attempt. But Alistair still saw him perfectly.
All of a sudden he stopped in his tracks and looked directly into Alistair's eyes. A power move he couldn't look past, it made him nerved and uneasy. He pulled back on his attack, slashed before the vortex and swung his body around.
Even with this sudden shift in attack, the pure generated force created a hurricane magnitude wind blast. It managed to pushed the demon back and out of the vortex.
The boy smashed into the snow and twirled through the ground. Alistair didn't slow down his attack nor stop at the opportunity. "From 4!" He twirled the sword above his head and impaled it into the ground. "Hammer of Dawn." His body spun in a full circle and roundhouse kicked the sword into the demon.
Alistair followed quick behind his attack. Just as he predicted he watched the demon dodge to the side. Alistair himself jumped to the right if th sword and kicked it again in the opposite direction. He ran around again and surrounded the demon. He punched the demon's gut and bashed his heel into its face. Cracks shocked out and twisted him into the sword.
There was no time. Only enough for him to realize the imminent death. The blade sliced clean vertically through the demon. A straight cut from one end to the other.
Alistair grabbed the sword's handle and swung the blade back at the demon. A horizontal swing across the neck. Four chunks of flesh plopped to the ground while he stood in his pose. In seconds the body fizzled into ash and drift into air.
That's when the pain set in. The sword became too much for him to hold. The metal clinked to the ground and sunk through the snow. He fell back to the ground face first, unable to move his body around for anything. His breathing technique stopped and allowed for the pain to rush through. The blood poured out faster and went on to freeze his body. For a few moments it felt nice for his body heat to cool down to the perfect temp. Then it wasn't, it came down below below the needed amount. His body began to freeze and follow with hypothermia.
"You Demon Slayers are so naive."
The voice made Alistair jump out of his near unconcious body.
He didn't see it but the demon walked out from the vortex. Through all this time he never once saw if the vortex has stopped. And now he saw what he really saw. It was a clone of the demon, wore the same clothes but the body was entirely snow. The final attack for nothing at the end, a powerful attack against an advanced snowman.
"Never really think I'd think of this?" He asked as he walked up. She knelt down o Alistiar's head and pulled it up. "Foolish. Idiotic." The snow surrounded Alistair's body and lifted him up into the air. "Shortsided, weak. It takes more than just a few straight hits to take one of us specially selected. Maybe your next battle in another life will show you that."
There was nothing to do at this point. Death was only moments away and there was nothing he could do about it. Body frozen and entrapped in the snow from the neck down. And his sword far from his grasp.
Yet nothing happened. He knew it wasn't just his mind slowly dying from oxygen loss that made this reality. Truly nothing was going on. Two men frozen in time.
"Hey-o." A very high pitch voice jolted him back to conciousness. "Hey-o." The voice called again. "Do you got this or else I can help you!"
"Please." Alistair's broken voice scratched out.
The demon swirled around in a complete 180. The snowstorm flurried through the trees; effectively it dropped the weather around them another twenty degrees and blinded everything five inches out. He turned back to Alistair. His footsteps led toward Alistair as his arms covered in layers of snow.
"I won't let him down. I can't let him down!" He held his fists into where Alistair's chest would be. "I'll do it myself!"
His eyes went wide while his body thrusted forward with his arms straight up into the air. The demon struggled to grab onto Alstair. He eventually fell to the ground and scratched at his feet.
"That was easy."
In minutes the demon's body disappeared. 3But this time was for real. Then the snow followed suit. Green, lush, vibrant plants revealed themselves.
Alistair's body became released from his prison. His body collapsed into the patch of flowers below him, a small grunt came out as he landed.
A new person went inside Alistair's shallow vision. The figure was slim and short, at least a foot from what he could tell. And purple, a whole lot of purple in the green blur.
"Are you okay?"
