"Son of a bitch," I muttered, eyes narrowed as I stepped forward. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't spare a glance over my shoulder to try and see where the ice spear had ended up. All I knew was that I'd deflected the damn thing away from Nightfury. I was going back for it, though, after I pummeled this cold-skinned piece of shit into the ground; I wanted an ice spear, damn it! This was a battle that I, unfortunately, had to take seriously. An Other was nothing like a human being; they were stronger and faster, and I was pretty sure their skins were impenetrable, unless one was using Dragonglass or Valyrian Steel – two things I did not have at the moment. What I did have, however, was a pair of titanium balls and a whole lot of death magic, which may or may not just cause negative damage and heal the frosty motherfucker.

I breathed in the cold air as I slammed the [Great Boner] onto the thick sheets of ice at my feet. A thin haze crept in around me. And I knew I'd be at a disadvantage if I fought in such an environment. Sensing this, Nightfury stood up and, with a mighty roar, flapped his wings hard, unleashing a powerful gust of howling winds that sent the creeping fog dissipating back and away, revealing all the damage that'd been done to the frozen wasteland.

Well, this place looked like shit, honestly, but nothing I didn't already know about. In the distance, I made out the faint shadow of the Ice Dragon, crawling across the ice on tattered wings, a haze of white smoke and snow obscuring much of its bulk. Yep, still alive, but only barely. The crash must've cracked apart most of its bones. I didn't think it'd even be able to crawl out of the crater it made when it crashed into the ice after Nightfury blasted it to shit with a concentrated beam of plasma. Not sure what it was doing now, honestly.

I doubted very much its capacity to fight or do me harm, unless I stood directly under it and allowed it to step on me. But that wasn't happening anytime soon. So, the Ice Dragon was as good as dead, assuming it was alive to begin with. And that meant the only thing I had to deal with now was its fucking boss, who was skulking around the ice like a ninja.

"Come out, you little frozen bitch!" I wanted and needed to end this fight quickly because, technically, we were fighting in the domain of the Others. I had no idea how many of them there were, just waiting for me. I saw one, but what if there were others? My eyes narrowed as my ears perked up, the sound of cracking ice immediately catching my attention. Nightfury growled right as yet another ice spear came hurling right at me from beyond my vision. And, once again, I was just barely able to deflect it to the side, causing it pierce right into a jutting boulder and out the other side – said boulder being several meters thick. Sheesh.

That thing could kill me if I made a single mistake.

The Other, however, made one crucial error. I'd seen where the ice spear came from, which gave me an idea as to the Other's general direction. Gritting my teeth, I sprinted north-east, towards a nest of jagged rocks and icy teeth that arose to form a crown-like structure. Ayt. It did look like a suitable place to hide in if I was a little frozen piece of shit bitch. So, I was gonna fucking tear the whole place down, because, "FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION!"

I gathered all the Necrotic Energies I had in my body, which was honestly a lot, and condensed all of it into a ball on my right pointer finger. I then cast [Circle of Death] on a ninth spell slot, while enhancing it with all the Necrotic Energies I'd gathered. The world itself turned black and gray as a gargantuan sphere of negative energy appeared overhead, seemingly drowning out all of existence with its mere presence. My eyes widened as its inky blackness devoured even the forest of jagged spikes and frozen rocks. The skies parted and the winds paused. A shrill cry in the air as the black sphere lowered and lowered, until it encompassed... a huge fucking area, honestly. The damn thing must've been a kilometer in diameter, maybe even more. And it was expanding.

Almost absently, I took a step back as it grew larger and larger, its darkness drowning out all the snow and ice. The Other was probably in there, frozen like a little turd, overwhelmed by an excess of negative energies. It might've been a creature of ice, but I was reasonably certain that this... fucking death nuke would've still damaged it the same way a human was made of flesh and would definitely feel pain if you whacked them on the head with a frozen chicken. And then the gargantuan blackness began sucking in the air – slowly at first, until it formed a swirling vortex of ice shards and debris. Strangely, the winds did not pull me at all, even if I knew that it was more than strong enough to actually do that.

Not a moment later, the gargantuan inky mass of darkness 'popped', turning into a liquid that was so black it looked as though the world had torn itself apart as it flooded the icy wasteland. The darkness swallowed everything it touched, spreading everywhere until even the ground beneath my feet had turned black. Nightfury flew up and hovered above me, avoiding the liquid death. It didn't hurt me, of course, seeing as it was by my power, but holy shit. I was pretty sure I could've wiped out a whole army with this – maybe even a whole city if I used it right. After a moment, the liquid hissed and bubbled and, finally, began dissipating and disappearing into the air, leaving behind a ruined land. All the ice had disappeared. All that was left was bare rock, blackened and scorched black, partially dissolved.

At the very center of the destruction was the Other. Still fucking alive. On its knees and covered in a ruined wall of frost. Portions of its body had clearly eroded, its snow white hair reduced to thin wisps of white and half of its face blackened. Its armor, I noted, was partially melted. After a moment, however, the fucking thing pushed itself and wobbled onto its feet, eyes flickering blue. On its right hand was a single ice spear, jagged and ruined, but still very much usable. It stared at me with hatred in its eyes. That its ears were pointy was a pretty cool thing to see; I really was not a fan of the White Walkers from the show and much preferred the Frost Fae that was described in the books. It opened its mouth and let out a sound that was akin to the breaking of ice and glass, before it began limping towards me.

I looked down and noted the fact that its right leg was entirely blackened – still there, still attached, but likely damaged beyond utility by the [Circle of Death].

I smiled and pointed the [Mighty Boner] right at it. "I trust that you'll remember this as the day that an Other was beaten to death without the aid of Valyrian Steel or Dragonglass, because – bitch – I'm about to beat the shit out of you."

Plus, I was curious if I could raise an Other into a Wight, assuming that this creature was technically alive and not already dead. Surely, nothing was born dead, except for weird vampires, right? Hopefully, beating it to death meant that it wouldn't dissolve into a puddle or break down into little shards of ice. If not, then, eh – no biggie.

It moved pretty quickly, however, for something that was basically missing a whole leg. There was a good sixty meters between us and it crossed twenty meters within a few seconds. It was injured, but that didn't mean I could just underestimate it. And now, my reserves of Necrotic Energies were spent; so, I couldn't empower any of my spells for extra oomph. Whatever.

I charged forward as well. If it had been whole, then the Other would've been faster and stronger than me. As it was, however, I figured we were about even. As soon as the gap between us closed to ten meters, I cast [Blindness] and watched as its blue eyes blackened. A bout of panic struck the Ice Elf motherfucker and it just stood there flailing its limbs as I reared the [Great Boner] back and threw an overhand swing with everything I had. The head of my staff struck the Other right on its cranium, sending it straight into the ground. The strike, however, rattled my bones; it felt as though I'd just slammed my staff against a wall of stone. Holy shit.

Still, it was on the ground now. I then raised the [Great Boner] again and struck its weapon hand again and again and again, until I heard a loud crack and it finally let go of its ice spear.

The Other tried pushing itself up onto its feet, but I quickly swung my staff again and struck its head – again. Sending it right back onto the ground. I was pretty sure that I wasn't doing a lot of damage, but I had to wonder just where that cracking sound came from. Or did I really just break its hand?

My eyes narrowed as the Other shoved its left hand into the ground. And I stepped away just in time to avoid the ice spikes that suddenly emerged from the blackened soil. "Woah! Almost had me there."

And yep, I hadn't avoided the spell entirely, seeing as I now sported dozens of crimson gashes. None of them were deep, however, and I easily dealt with all of them using the most basic healing spell from the Restoration Skill Tree.

As the Other pushed itself up, I cast [Finger of Death] on a ninth tier spell slot. My icy foe let out a piercing screech as pulsating black veins of necrotic energies surged through its cold body. Weird. I guess death magic did have an effect, even on the Others. That meant that these guys, despite their Necromantic powers, were technically not undead. Interesting. Was the legend about the Night's King and his White Walker wife true, then? I mean, surely, they had a more efficient means of increasing their population aside from stealing babies – though that was never confirmed. Therefore, they had to be capable of sexual reproduction. Ergo, the Others were technically alive, but were simply incredibly alien forms of life.

Eh, whatever. No idea about this stuff and GRRM clearly didn't care too much.

"Not sure what I expected out of you, honestly," I said. "But, I'm honestly kind of disappointed."

I then spent the next hour wailing on the Other, hitting every conceivable part of its cold body with my [Great Boner] again and again and again and again. Mostly, though, I just bashed it right on the head, pretty much keeping it on the ground. When it got a little uppity, I zapped it with [Finger of Death], before continuing my goal of beating the shit out of it. The Ice Dragon had fucked off somewhere and, by now, I kind of just accepted the fact that this poor thing hadn't thought of bringing backup, because thirty minutes ago was probably the best time for others of its kind to come and attack me, but none of them did.

So, I kept whacking the fuck out of it until my arms got sore.

"Damn, you're still trying to get up, huh?" I muttered, panting a bit.

The Other was still moving, a lot slower now than earlier, but it was still fucking moving. Credit where credit was due. This guy was tough. Breathing in, I turned to Nightfury. "Hey boy, would you mind stomping on this icy little shit a few times for me?"

And that's exactly what Nightfury did... for the next hour.

AN: Sorry for the late chapter. I was sick last week. Anyway, Chapter 33 is out on (Pat)reon!