Disappear

As soon as Nicolas punched the bartender in the face, he felt as if he had been punched himself and fell backwards off the chair. "F**k you, magician" Nicolas was trying to get up.

"Whoa there, Nicolas Latiration" The bartender pressed his shoe against Nicolas' chest, preventing him from getting up.

Nicolas grabbed the bartender's shoe and tried to lift it, but unfortunately failed. "Let go of me"

"I'll let you go, but why are you so aggressive?"

At that moment, someone opened the door sharply. "Culad, you must come here immediately. The island of Cheyra is at our feet."

The bartender put his hand on it. When he put his hand on him, his hat and bartender's outfit disappeared. His hair waved in long waves, rings of different colors appeared on his 10 fingers and his leather clothes appeared. "I'll be right there, I knew something was going to happen in the final."

Culad's Dead Rabbit Inn was in a slum area, and it was dangerous to walk around without his knowledge. So Culad was nervous, but he was not alone. There was a man in front of him, calling him. He knew the man. He was one of the jammers in the arena. He had warned him to let me know if anything unexpected happened in the arena.

The arena was completely encased in a block of ice. It was frozen with the spectators inside. At the top was Peter Harvey.

"S**t," Culad looked around. 

People around were trying to run away shouting. "We're freezing, we're freezing. The ice age has come back to Harden!"

Culad found a ladder and leaned it against the ice floe. He climbed up to Peter Harvey. "Hey, you're the Ice Prince, right? How's the game going?"

Culad was rubbing his hands from the cold. He was rubbing his hands together, trying to keep warm. Peter looked at the man coming. "Yes, I am. I won the final match."

Culad's shoes were not made for the cold. So the cold from the ice on the ground made his feet cold. So he kept stamping his feet. "I wouldn't be so sure. Look at the Zrona Killer." Culad's yellow ring began to glow.

The ice was cracking. It broke where Peter's foot had been and he fell hard into the ice floe. The inside of the ice floe was completely broken, empty and hot. "Hey, Peter, the fight continues." Ireat shouted. The spectators were still in their seats. They weren't frozen and they didn't seem to be cold. The crowd started shouting. "Fight on!"

The Zronan Killer's arms were black with frostbite. He could no longer feel his arms. Nevertheless, he dashed at Peter Harvey once more.

Peter didn't fight back. The Zronan Killer kicked him into the arena. The crust of the ice floe above them began to crumble. Shards of ice rained down on them like broken glass. The Zronan Killer couldn't raise his arms, so he was cut and slashed. Peter was unable to defend himself because he had been hit by the wall. They were both covered in cuts and blood. Peter could barely stand up.

 "I'm sorry." He headed towards the exit of the Arena.

"I'm leaving." As he tried to step out of the Arena, the Zronan Killer stepped in front of him and with a powerful kick pushed him back into the Arena.

"You can't just disappear when my arms are frozen."

"I can't fight you." He raised his hand in the air. The ring on his middle finger glowed blue and Peter disappeared.

Culad was watching what was happening with curiosity. "I have never seen or heard of such ice power, not even in legends."