"That guy just... died!" Taikeita couldn't believe his innocent eyes.
"It happens." Sorath shrugged, "Now, moving on to the next battle. This should be an interesting one indeed. We have... Anton VS Apophis."
The scientist son of the now-deceased Anton Senior walked towards one side of the arena as the mysterious and intimidating Apophis made his way to the other side. As Anton prepared to launch Permafrost Gemios, Apophis noticed something interesting about the bey.
"Do you honestly expect to defeat me with a bey with no blades?" Apophis asked.
"I am a peaceful warrior." Anton responded, "Blades are for unintelligent brutes. Now, prepare yourself for a very cold war."
They launched their beys. Apophis' bey, Caldera Draconis, had three long blades that were curved like those of a shuriken. The black, white, and aqua Gemios had no blades, but something inside it was causing a chemical reaction that left a trail of ice behind it. It circled the arena, leaving no escape for Draconis.
"I see." Said Apophis, "You plan to stop me by freezing me into a bloodless but agonizingly slow demise."
"I've never seen anything like it before!" Sorath announced.
"I invented it." Anton bragged.
The beys' spirits appeared. Gemios was a two-faced spearman made of ice. Draconis was a giant crimson dragon. Gemios made its way into the center of the arena. Draconis was able to circle it by cutting through the ice, but it was being slowed down. However, once it cut the ice down, it would go back over the same section of ice that it cut down several times to regain speed from the friction.
"What are you doing!?" Anton lost his calm, "I'm supposed to be the strategist here!"
"Your time is done." Apophis said calmly and mysteriously.
Gemios became snagged on and smashed apart by the blades of Draconis. The dragon swallowed the spearman just like in the Divine Comedy where Satan devours Judas, the frozen two-faced traitor who used the Spear of Destiny. The dragon then breathed fire on the ice that circled the arena, melting all of it and clearing a path for the bey to sever the scientist's ankles.
Anton's last words were "Something is very wrong."
Apophis walked up to to the corpse, reaching a hand out from his cloak. His skin was the color of bone, and his nails were long black claws. He tore open Anton's futuristic suit, ripped out his heart, and ate it slowly, savoring the taste of the blood.
"Finally something nice and warm." Apophis' calm voice contrasted his insane actions, "I despise the cold."