"Frost!?" I shouted to the albino idiot as he stood in front of the wave of oncoming darkness and death. "What the hell are you doing?!"

A small smirk appears on his face as he looks over his shoulder at me, "making a sandwich." i roll my eyes at his stupid joke, "What do you think I'm doing? I'm saving your ass!" He exclaims turning back towards his staff.

"I had it under control!" I shout at him before thrusting my hands behind us when the black wave started attacking from behind, causing my magic to fire at those trying to attack us from behind.

"I'm sure you did, that's why it looked like you were being thrown around and getting your ass kicked." He shouted above the roar of the wave.

I growl, "Like i said, i had it covered."

The wave finally subsided, but surrounded us instead, like we were the odd ones in the crowd. It was literally a circle of deathmares, and frost and I were in the centre.

Pitch and Death made their way through the crowd, with their little minions parting as they walked through, large smirks plastered on their faces. Frost and i stood back to back, watching the crown in case any of them moved.

"Isn't this touching?" Pitched taunted, "Jack Frost came to save Mother Nature."

I growled at all the men here, before whispering to Frost, "Look what you started."

Death stepped forward, making Frost and I turn our heads towards him, "My flower," He tried to charm, but it shot a fire ball from my hands towards him, which he barely seemed to dodge, "Surely you would rather me over this impotent little imp?" He gestures to Frost.

"You're right," I say straightening up, and Frost just looks at me with complete shock, whilst Death just runs a hand through his coal black hair, "He is an impotent little imp."

Both Frost and Death rolled their eyes whilst Pitch had an amused smirk on his face. "Very well," Death says as he nods to Pitch who nods back, which causes a roar erupt through the black crowd.

Frost and I prepare for a big fight, but i have an idea.

I kick the snowman in the back of the knee, causing him to cry out in pain before collapsing onto his knees. Now was my chance, "Blinding Light!" I shout releasing a circle of bright light, which charged flew towards those who were going to advance towards us.

During it, Pitch and Death disappeared, leaving only me and the white haired freak. "What the hell was that for?!" He shouted, getting up onto his knees and barrelling into me, causing me to lose balance.

"Bugger off would you!?" I say narrowly avoiding a Deathling coming past me. My hands engulf in fire, as i burn any Nightmares that came close.

A quick pain in my back made me realise that the stupid frost boy had whacked me in the back with his staff, "You ass hat!"

I didn't have time to duck as a group of Nightmares dove at me, hitting me right in the stomach. The momentum drove me back into a tree. I shout out in pain, growling as I drag myself back to my feet, feeling my fractured back heal itself.

"Lillyana?" Frost shouted with somewhat concern in his voice. I couldn't see him though, there were too many Nightmares and Deathlings to fight. They were trying to separate us.

"I'm fine!" I shout taking off into the sky with a trail of black behind me. Which honestly, was slightly concerning, "Maybe not for long," I mutter to myself looking at how many actually decided to follow me. Alright, here we go. My fire returns to me, engulfing my body completely. "Come at me!" I shout as they begin to fly at me, so i decide to play chicken.

But if you guys know me, i don't back out.

I flew straight through the lot, burning each and every one them to a cinder crisp. I only hand a short time to live my victory, and take pride in my work, but something cold and icy moved past me, which i only narrowly escaped. But that wasn't all of them.

There were more, flying everywhere with every flick of the snowman's cane. "Watch it!" I growl avoiding more and more crystals like structures of ice. The albino on the ground doesn't seem to take any notice, just aimlessly shooting towards the sky in hopes of hitting any mass of black floating around.

So, now i have to avoid frigging ice shards aannnnndddd frigging Nightmares and Deathlings. You know what, i'm just going to call them Deathmares just to keep things simple. You guys will know what I'm talking about right?

"FROST!" I shout as a quickly dodge left, backing myself up against a Deathmare, which began to wrap it's sand around my forearms, rendering me immobile.

The small grains of scraped my forearms, which cause a mass feeling of gravel rash to flow through my senses. Just because spirits don't die too easily, doesn't mean we don't feel pain. We feel pain just as humans do, except the point where humans die after major injuries. We slowly, and painfully might i add, regenerate.

But that stupid kid down there still horrid aim. He was firing one after another still with no sense of direction.

I guess i can use this.

I pushed my hands out in front of me, creating a sort of jet as i fire a light beam at an approaching Deathmare, pushing me and the one holding backwards. It shattered the Deathmare behind me, as well as the shard.

But there was another one coming up beneath me. But, being the idiot I am, didn't move out of the way, i fired my light beam at it.

Which, when i thought about it, was a pretty smart idea. There was literally no planning in it at all but it almost looked like I did plan it.

The ice beam halted in mid-air as soon as the beam hit, but it began to reflect the light. It was like when humans had parties and they would shine the coloured lights off that disco ball thing. Any beam that hit a Deathmare, instantly caused it to begin to burn and disintegrate.

It caught Frost's attention from the ground, quickly covering his eyes to avoid the light from burning those crystal blue orbs...do not start making me sound like I'm interested. I am never ever going to be interested in Frost.

Though, an idea formed in my head, and i think the same one appeared in Frost's too.

Light appears in my hand, bright yellow and glowing, before i fire it down at Frost, assuming he would know exactly what to do. It was a direct hit...to his chest...