8: Fight to the Death
"So…I barely have an idea where we are now.:
"I know. It's night now, so everything looks different.:
"Oh….then where are all the FIREFLIES?" Iceberg joked in a high pitched voice.
"We're not in Owl City, so I doubt they're around."
"Okay. Now why don't we…"
"Get your butts kicked!" a shady figure leapt from the sky and punched Iceberg in the stomach.
"What the heck?"
"I'm Fiona Fox!" she introduced herself.
"You're going to pay for that!" Iceberg growled. Iceberg charged toward the female and kicked her in the face.
"I thought I'd be up against a TALLER challenge!"
"You want taller?" I spat and clenched my fist and swung my fist down on her. She crashed to the ground.
"Let my babe go!" a voice called from the shadows.
"Scourge!" Fiona shrieked with delight.
"What? Scourge?" Iceberg flinched.
"The Anit-Sonic," I whispered.
"I have no…."
"Watch out!" I shoved Iceberg out of the way as Scourge plummeted through the air like a speeding bullet and fell on me.
"Sorry for the delay, babe."
"It's fine, hon," Fiona replied while hugging Scourge.
"Say, where'd these kids come from?"
"Who are you calling a kid?" Iceberg kicked Scourge off balance. Scourge quickly caught his balance and slapped Iceberg on the cheek.
"I ain't here to play, shorty."
"Cool it!"
"What'cha say?"
"Cool it!" Iceberg unleashed an ice mist from his hand, which devoured Scourge and Fiona.
"Way past cool!" I laughed and leaned on Iceberg's shoulder.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Hmph," Iceberg mumbled.