The moon hovered silently above, the night of its crescent smile dry and without moist, the plain's winds dying with the rising pressure. The cold touch of the surrounding air turned demonic, Zack sensing something evil with it, something just not right. The trees stopped their dance of rustle, and the grass blades bent their backs in the act of being solemn. The dark, navy blue of the night painted the scene with mystery and suspense, the darkness soon overtaking. The sudden increase of air pressure began to choke away Zack's life.
The sky… it's clearing… he thought, beginning to run out of breath, his throat feeling heavy, his breath weighing two tons. As soon as Zack tried to take a breather to cure his uneasiness, the saliva dried from his mouth, leaving the insides of his mouth sticky and dry. This much air pressure… it isn't safe… Zack thought as even the high pressure began to eat away at the moisture in his body.
Madasora stood there completely safe from the pressure, the white energy surrounding him now like a gambit aura. Eeriness filled the scene and the moon's crescent laugh was now seen as a hooked frown. Zack tried to swallow, but there was nothing to sink down his throat to make him feel comfortable. He felt the blood begin to drip down his nose like a just barely closed sink, the drops of red pooling on the arid ground below.
The tension began to grow between the Minor and Council in the cold, wrapping night, Zack knowing that he was in major trouble. But he couldn't help but just stand there. He didn't know what was going to come, or what he should do. "Oshi…Gyosha! –Pressure Driver!-" Madasora announced in the depth of the night, his voice rising like a bird taken flight. The white energy screamed around him as the area between him and Zack suddenly shifted. It shifted like it was absorbing something for one mere second, and then exploded like the next atomic bomb. The explosion, instead of radiation, released large amounts of diverging air, the blurring wind painful to the eyes.
Zack winced as he was pushed back into the air, his body knocked up against the bark of a cold night tree. The winds continued to pour out like flying needles, cutting the skin on Zack's forearms which were used to protect his face. Streams of blood began to leak out as Zack felt his breath being taken away, his lungs no longer receiving any air, his mouth no longer being able to move, his nose still dripping out blood like a just closed sink.
Streaking red became half of his body as the intense, blurring wind calmed from its center, leaving Zack the only one bloodied. Some oxygen was put into the air, and the Minor immediately began sinking it in like a cup of water to a man who has not drunk in six days. What now? Zack thought tiredly, his eyes looking up with an unforgiving stare at Madasora, who seemed as calm as he was at the start of this battle.
"Arashi I-guru! –Tempest Eagle!-" Madasora declared into the fight, the green heads of the trees shifting. Immediately from a little above Zack's head came an eagle flying downward, curving its flight style and diving in the sky blue eyed Minor's direction. The eagle completely made of air and visible wind, had traces of circling wind streaks, as if a tassel ornament of a sort. The eagle screeched as it was born a foot away from Zack, the large bird screeching its death cries out like a warrior at Sparta.
No! Not yet! Zack pumped through his head. "Nenshou Kaze! –Burning Wind!-" Zack yelled out, taking the short breath he could, his lungs becoming full with dry air. The attack came out in a stream, which formed into a small cloud only large enough to fit the bird in a miniature, gray aired cage. The eagle squawked as it got caught into the cloud stream, a loud explosion from within the haze. The echoing boom filled the night sky, the sound that mimicked a gunshot being able to be heard from miles away.
The blast packed into Zack's ears, his eardrums ringing wildly. The emerging smoke puffs cleared away as fog that became wishful clouds that would try to accompany the lunar sphere in the sky, which wore the constellations like jewelry that glimmered and made people thing, "Wow."
The eagle rose as good as new, feeling even more motivated and powerful now. Not…good, Zack thought, trying hard to breathe. I…I can't move… not in this pressure, he told himself as he struggled to move. His mind commanded the legs to move, but the limbs would shiver with unstable energy and disobey. Zack soon became practically swimming in his own blood as his legs quaked violently. His bloody arms tried to hold on to the bark of the tree behind him, but they trembled in insecurity as well.
The bird let out more battle cries and dived in faster, now inches away from Zack's chest. Its mean, white beaded eyes narrowed like needles as seconds later, a distressful cry was made to the moon, echoing off the night zenith.
PoVS
To think this place had an ocean to begin with, Kenneth, the Ice Minor thought as he stood a bit unsteadily on top of the skyscraper of a glacier in the waving ocean currents. The cold ice accompanied the misty, cold breezes that brushed his large flame of a hairstyle. The moon seemed to accompany the glacier in the sky like its next door neighbor, shining brightly in the background like a big sphere of hope that would chant a battle cry for the battle that seemed continuous.
Even thought the surroundings were icy cold and slippery, and of course, high above into the air that it was right next to the moon, sweat and heat filled Kenneth's body from being without rest. Beads of perspiration trailed down the side of his head as his eyes wandered aimlessly. He breathed in the cold, icy air in and out heavily, his body becoming tired from moving around too much. His eyes continued to stroll the cragged blue ice surfaces and hills that seemed to stretch for miles. The rocking of the navy midnight tides swept against the base of the thick ice tower.
"Over here!" the Ice Council's voice appeared out of nowhere, his voice echoing off the empty space. Kenneth looked up in shock with widened eyes as he prepared his body for battle again, pouring as much of the periwinkle energy into the insides of his hands, making it glow like an electric volt.
The Ice Council, Hyoumaru had long hair that stretched to his shoulders that seemed periwinkle blue. He wore large, headphone like earmuffs that covered his ears and connected at the top of his head with a thin yet wide black headpiece. At the sides, his hair was cut into thorny spikes and at the front was just a medium thing of hair that took the left side of his forehead from view. His eyes were pleading with snowy blue, and his height was normal, just like every other Council. Hyoumaru appeared five feet away from Kenneth, looking relaxed and calm, his thing of hair at the front swaying a bit with the wind, doing a dance that only the glacial breezes could command.
"I'll give you a break this time," Hyoumaru said, smiling friendlily, his eyes curved into small triangles of happiness, his smile wide and showy with his pure white teeth. "Get ready!" he announced, breathing in huge amounts of air with an open mouth widened into a large O of confidence.
Kenneth took the advice and shifted his feet. At least he's fair like he should be in training, but I thought the councils were supposed to take on their Minor counterparts with all their power and force. Oh well, I guess I'm the one that gets the break then, Kenneth thought as he got the energy stored in his fists ready.
"Hyou Enmu! –Hailing Haze!-" Hyoumaru said as he released his stored breath out in an expanding streak that came out in white-blue puffs of freezing, cold air. The stream of cloud-like puffs pooled on the floor like fog, and then raced like a diving leopard at Kenneth, who came prepared.
The Ice Minor slammed his hands against the ground in increasing energy, his hands glowing with the light blue shine of power. "Aisu Hei!" Kenneth announced, causing large, randomizing pillars of glacial ice to spill out and stand straight up into the air, releasing cold, chilling fog with it, creating a sort of wall for Kenneth's protection, the transparent, disfigured defense traced with blue. The raging smog of Antarctic air diverged at contact with the wall, breaking into two streams of mist that pooled at the wall's sides.
As Kenneth remained unaware, still on the floor with his hands pouring energy to keep the wall intact, the icy fog that continued to spill behind him began to form the shape of a serpent, or snake of some sort. It began to grow and grow and raise piercing red demonic eyes until it was recognized as a frothy mist dragon. It opened its mouth silently in bunger, its outline aspects shivering unstably. It hissed slightly, the snake like cry unheard in the rushing haze that made loud friction against the ice wall.
The dragon zoomed toward Kenneth from the back, opening its mouth wide for its first meal of the day. Kenneth found the serpent Cryptid at the corner of his eye, which alarmed him at first, then warned him. In the cold, growing air, the Ice Minor raised a small pillar of ice to stand on and leaped onto it, the pillar rising high into the sky to match the Ice Wall's height. The dragon stopped in its tracks as it realized it was about to crash into the ice pillar's body, and then streamed up with needling eyes that screamed bloody murder and an open mouth that begged for late night breakfast. It revealed a frothy tongue inside that was like mist fire. It tried to catch up with the rising pillar of the Minor's but the ice tower raced up too fast and high.
Kenneth gathered more energy in his fist and sent out another pillar of frozen water, but this time, from his hands. The streaking attack seemed magical, and crashed directly into the dragon, spilling its aspects into the late night breezes. The ice pillar crashed all the way down into the floor below and the pillar stopped moving once it reached the ice wall's exact height. Kenneth pulled the pillar back as dust mixed with cold wintering ice froth pooled a patch of glacier surface below. The dust cleared quickly, its periwinkle clouds diverging.
The pillar reversed back into Kenneth's hands, which also seemed like a magician's trick as the surrounding pieces of haze below came together again, and recovered the dragon's form, the wild serpent still craving for Minor blood widening its mouth again in hunger. It zoomed upward at high speeds, and Kenneth backed up and stood on top of the ice wall now to dodge the attack. The serpent's shaft swept into the sky above, its long body being pulled upward and disappearing completely.
The accompanying moon cheered for victory on both sides as it continued to watch, for it was the only audience that would applaud for the two determined fighters. Still placing his stare hard on the ground below, Kenneth did not realize the dragon spring back down from the misty, snowy clouds acrobatically, twisting and turning in the most crazed and uncontrollable way thought possible, as if it were part of the circus. It raced away the two yards that separated him and his meal, Kenneth realizing this just a minute before it made impact.
Kenneth turned h is stance skillfully and banged his hands on the ice wall's thin surface, creating a more miniature ice wall that blocked the dragon's fury, the dam of frost causing the hoarfrost myth at the sides, just like at the beginning. More haze pooled behind Kenneth now, and he used more energy to keep the wall together.
Many feet behind him, where the mist was continuously pooling, two serpent like shapes formed from different sides of the wall that separated the two. The frosty serpent shaped air became dragons as well, and had the demonic beckoning eyes, but this time, more evil with ominous glow. They hissed out cold, freezing air, their crave even stronger now that they had been revived.
This time, Kenneth would not notice, and this time, there would not be a third ice wall. The two dragons gave a second's worth of impatient looks to intertwine with each other, and then, as if agreeing upon it, raced with extra speed at Kenneth's unsuspecting back.
They opened their mouths wide as they were just bare inches away from their warm comfort. Oh, how they longed for a warm body to feast on for so long, how they waited and waited so patiently to be summoned and set their sights on an unsuspecting soul. Just as they could not wait no longer, they dived right into their first meal in such a long time, and thinking they had the upper hand, they were caught in something even they unsuspected.
A centimeter away from Kenneth's backside, they became imprisoned in a huge range of an ice pillar, as long as the longest building you could think of, and as wide as a normal building you find in everyday life. Their frothy bodies became preserved and frozen, the look of hunger and attempt at murder iced into their expression for the rest of time. They remained side by side, their periwinkle blue now icy blue. The ice that imprisoned them so had come from no place other than Kenneth's back, who really all along expected it to happen.
"Are you running out of tricks, Hyoumaru?" Kenneth asked mockingly. "Or did you really think I would fall for the same trick twice?" he said, loud enough for the council way down below to hear him, his voice echoing off the pale moon.
"Ha, you think you've got the upper hand, kid?" Hyoumaru asked, having a few more tricks up his sleeve. "Think…again," he said as he walked up to the original ice wall's base, and flicked it. The sound of the flick against ice went so high, even Kenneth heard it, causing him to widen his eyes.
"What…what was that?" Kenneth muttered under his breath, his back still having the ice imprisoning technique carried on his back. I can't move at this point, Kenneth realized. Is this what he planned for all along?
Back at the base of the risen ice, Hyoumaru's finger still lay on the ice, which began to make small and steady cracking noises. The short and slow paced sounds soon became longer and louder, faster and stronger, until the intense sound of cracking ice filled Kenneth's ears. "N…No way!" Kenneth yelled to himself, taking his anger out on the nonexistent person in front of him.
The cracking filled the whole night scene, suspense hung high in the air. The moon even began to wait silently, wondering like a child about what would happen next. With the tip of the finger still barely on the ice, the cracks on the wall grew bigger and larger in diameter, and the black crooked lines stretched all the way to the top.
All the way up to the peak, the all ready unsteady and slippery surface that lay beneath Kenneth's feet came to shift horridly, the cracking even piercing his ears there. He felt his left foot sink lower, and his balance fall. He had to release the ice prison from his back, but couldn't. His state of shock had consumed him in wide-eyed and unable to be working nerves. It was like his state of mind had become blank, and the pumping of blood through his heart had shivered down to nothing but an invisible feeling that became numbing and nonexistent. From the corners of his mind, he felt his body slip, but paid no attention to the rushing cold air that brushed wildly on his face and every other aspect of his body as he raced down like a missile. Falling from such a high elevation would've petrified anyone into eternal shock. Falling with the long ice prison and falling shards of the wall, Kenneth's body crashed down hard onto the original glacier's top, the sounds of ice shards clattering together in the air and ground filling his ears.
He felt blood begin to leak out and pool at his cheeks and back. At his collision, a huge amount of dust and glacial mist exploded into the air like a clouding wall of suspension. The sound of clashing filled his ears and mind, hypnotizing him into an even higher ranked trance.
Outside, Hyoumaru waited for the dust to clear, not even knowing what to feel as he watched it shimmer away into nothing, the cold night wind beginning to pick up. Everything remained silent now, and the falling ice pieces finally reached the surface, the sounds of conflicting and colliding pieces of glacial ice dying out.
The moon lay in the background at one side, and the slight rocking of the ocean lay at the other, the two competing with each other, the tide and the sphere of lunacy. The crescent smile of it yet again turned into a hooked frown as the dust finally cleared away. Suspense still lingered in the air, refusing to die out as everything seemed to remain still and silent.
The choking suspension deceased away completely now. Finally, Hyoumaru laid his eyes on what was laid before him…his eyes went wide and his expression became locked with horror as he took a sharp, short breath that he would have to hold in for a long time. Now, he was the one that was too frozen to move.