Frostbite is one of the worst things a person could have while fighting off a fierce tiger. Josh had completely lost feelings in his arms, which hung stiffly from his body as dead weight. He had to shed his armor to its Stand form in order to defend himself, losing his last line of personal defense. Fortunately, Cydonia's own arms are unaffected.

The tiger of ice snarled and leaped at him. Cydonia grabbed it with a hug and pinned it down on the linoleum floor, wrestling with the wild animal. Slowly he skirted to the tiger's blind side, the left, walking out of its effective vision, and looked for any ways he might beat this thing.

There, across the gym, he found a bucket and a mop. He could use that to keep the tiger away from himself.

Cydonia managed to lift the cat and tossed it away, but it flipped mid-air with graceful agility and landed with a small thud. He doesn't have much time. Josh darted for the janitor's tools. When the tiger caught up to him it was met with a slap of cheap metal to the face. The school's budget don't have a lot to spare for the janitor, it seems.

Josh stood behind the knight, his arms hanging in a limp and awkward position. He'd have to do something about them soon. Living the rest of his life as a cripple isn't something he always looked forward to. But first things first, the cat has to be subdued. Cydonia, in turn, spun the mop skillfully in its hands, feeling the familiar grip of a staff-like weapon. Will this buy him enough time?

"Deus!" With a forceful thrust Cydonia attacked the tiger with the blunt end of the mop. It stabbed right into the symbol of the tyrant on its forehead, which led to an increased agitation. The beast clawed at the knight angrily, who in response repelled the strike with the center of its weapon. Following with an upwards flick, the mop slammed right on the tiger's chin, enraging it even further. But instead of lashing out its fury blindly it crouched downwards to survey him.

The beast tried to dash around his Stand, aiming for Josh. But he was prepared. Holding onto the pole as support Cydonia wheeled a violent kick at its face. Wasting no chance, the knight immediately followed up by bashing it repeatedly on the skull, feeling a crack somewhere in between.

Crap.

It wasn't the skull of the tiger that had given in. It was the mop. Josh took a glance at the tiny print by the handle. Made in China.

Now useless, the head of the mop was shoved at the tiger's face, and Josh used its confusion to move to its left side, his knight following him. When he tried to pull his weapon away, the tiger bit at it, tearing the mop's head away from the pole.

Cydonia backed away and twirled the remaining staff in its hands, standing strong in a defensive fighting stance with the pole held behind its back. When the tiger shook free of the mop head, it lunged at him. The knight stabbed at its opened mouth. Watching it flinch in in disorientation, Cydonia pulled it back out and slammed the floor once with the end of the staff.

Growling in a quiet rage, the tiger moved to bite at the middle section of the pole. Cydonia repelled its attempt with a swing down right onto its forehead. It retracted the staff and with a spin, slammed it on the floor again.

Tired of the same process over and over, the tiger roared, no longer holding back its rage. It dodged an overhead swing and slid under the knight's legs, using the small trail of ice it created behind as a skidding surface.

Cydonia slammed the staff for the final time, and when it shattered into a smaller section with jagged ends, the knight was able to shove the stick in the middle of the tiger's mouth before it could reach Josh. He backed away, keeping his eyes on the struggling beast as it was unable to bite down.

The gym wall.

No good. He's driven himself back. Out of the corners of his eyes he saw Jackson, who no doubt must be watching with a satisfied smile. Cydonia guarded his front, fists held up. He's already exhausted from the fight with the JROTC kid from before. How long will he be able to hold this thing back, before he collapses?

The tiger spat out the broken piece of metal and approached him with a knowing crawl. It knew it had him cornered.

Damn.

Josh closed his eyes the moment when it pounced, but apparently it wasn't the end yet. The tiger gave some sort of purr nearby, which surprised him. He found it to be on the top of the remaining bleachers, chasing what appeared to be a red dot.

"What?"

The dot moved up the wall, and the tiger of ice clawed curiously at it. Josh noticed Jackson was bewildered just as he is.

"Where is that coming from?" The cadet colonel searched around the gym as the dot moved to guide the tiger further away from Josh. A hand was outstretched from the gym's skylight, holding a pointer pen in its grip.

This is my chance. Limping towards the exit of Gym 1, Josh tried his best to ignore the wailing pain from his chest. He glared at Jackson, who had no choice but to back out of the way, lest pummeled in by Cydonia at this range.

"This is not the end!" He heard the cadet yell as he pushed himself out to the hallway. "You will not live to escape back to Telsa!"

His heart raced from the dreadful thrill that is to barely survive. That was all that mattered.

Stand Name: Eye of the Tiger

User: Tristan Jackson

Appearance: Initially confined with an everyday sized tablet capsule, the tiger itself is made of perfectly transparent ice. It's marvelous enough to make even the grandest ice sculpture melt with envy. The Chinese character for "king" is etched on its forehead, according to Josh. It should be noted that its left eye is missing at all times.

Destructive Power: A

Speed: B

Range: B

Durability: C

Precision: F

Developmental Potential: C

Abilities:

Undisciplinary Action - The tiger is completely independent, possessing a degree of sentience much similar to a real one. It almost never obeys its user's commands and only acts in its own interest. The capsule is a check to this, as the user, Tristan, can only release it when he has to. There are only two ways to unsummon this Stand: either it gets bored during the time of its momentary freedom, or the user dies. Needless to say, Tristan tries to not rely on his Stand whenever possible.

Winds of Shavante - Any organic target that the tiger touches will slowly lose temperate until the part that was touched completely freezes. The tiger could also manipulate the temperate around it to some degree, but very much like the Stand of the user's brother, this ability is rarely used, despite its potential. I wonder why?

Notes: The Stand of Tristan Jackson, older brother of Miller and the Tiger of the Chinese Zodiac Club. Already a cadet colonel in his junior year, Tristan, now a distinguished senior who was scouted by West Point, is one of the most serious people I've ever encountered in the school. He's as scary as Alicia, except he remains so even after you get to know him. Once he yelled at me for forgetting to pick up something I dropped. It was a traumatizing experience that I will never forget...