Between Greed and Ice
Just as Binny's Pyrorine launched its devastating fireball from the sky—roaring like a sunbound meteor—another force clashed from the opposite side.
BOOM!
A massive chunk of rock, hurled by sheer force, collided with the flaming orb. At the same time, a pressurized Water Gun shot from the mist like a lance, striking the molten core.
The triple collision ignited a thunderous explosion—fire, steam, and shards of rocks flew in every direction.
The field trembled, but the battle didn't pause.
"Pyrorine, Gust Spiral—fan it into a Fire Tornado!" Binny commanded.
The Pyrorine flared its wings wide, whipping the air into a blazing vortex of spiralling heat. The temperature soared.
But—
"Rock Barrier, now!" shouted —Tarru, a calm, broad-shouldered boy with sharp eyes and a Whisp shaped like a cube-bodied golem named Gravollar.
A wall of stone rose like a fortress just in time to buffer the worst of the flames.
Beside him, his teammate— Arla, a girl in a long blue ribboned cloak—called out with rising urgency.
"Cirlynn, Fairy Kiss—aim for him!"
Her Whisp, Cirlynn, a water-fairy type with swirling clouds and bright rings around her soft, floating form, glided forward and blew a glowing charm into the blaze.
The pink flash hit Pyrorine. The phoenix staggered mid-flight.
The five downed contestants—who had been partially frozen by the earlier ice wave—were now beginning to stir, their frost-covered limbs thawing under the rising heat.
One of them stumbled to his knees, panting.
Then—
SHHHHH-CRACK!
A white blur descended. The woman in white landed silently between the two groups, flanked by her silent, scaled Whisp.
Her expression hadn't changed. Cold. Distant. Efficient.
She turned slightly, her pale eyes gleaming.
"Hand over your badges."
The five barely-standing contestants looked at one another.
One of them—a freckled boy with shaky hands—growled, "No."
Another raised his trembling arm. "Fight her—release the Whis—"
CRACK!
Their hands froze mid-sign.
The woman's Whisp had already moved.
In a blink, a gust of arctic wind had circled them, freezing everything but their heads. Their Whisps remained trapped inside capsules, unopened.
Their badges glowed, exposed outside their frost-layered coats.
"Pipi," she said softly, without turning. "You know what to do."
The pale Whisp gave a high chime-like cry, "Piiiiiii…" and floated toward the frozen contestants like a falling snowflake.
Suddenly—
CRASH!
Another rock smashed down from the trees.
But her swirled in place, eyes flashing. She exhaled a stream of pure frost, freezing the rock mid-air. It shattered harmlessly into crystals at her feet.
The woman didn't flinch.
She turned.
"You're testing my patience."
Behind the bushes, the two hidden opportunists had stepped out.
Tarru nodded to his teammate.
"Arla. Cover me."
She lifted her hand. Cirlynn floated beside her, preparing a second Aqua Spiral.
"I'll keep him busy. Hit the target."
Tarru stepped forward with Gravelux at his side. His expression was calm but tense.
"We don't want to fight you. But we won't let you walk off with everything either."
The woman finally smiled—barely.
"How noble. How pointless."
She raised her hand.
her whisp's body flared icy blue.
"Let's see how long your courage lasts."
The five frozen contestants could only watch in rising fear as their fates—and their badges—hung in the balance.
A fireball hadn't ended them.
But this cold might.
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"Gravollar, Rock Throw—then submerge!"
The rock-type Whisp, Gravollar, with a tremor, he dug deep into the earth, vanishing beneath the battlefield in seconds.
Opposite him stood a slender, gliding Whisp with a soft glow—Glacireine, an Ice-type of eerie beauty. With flowing ice-mist from her furred collar, sleek crystal-lined legs, and glowing frost-blue eyes, she stood poised like a queen of frost.
"Glacireine, Ice Spikes. Now."
Shards of frozen spears jutted from the mist around her, darting with piercing howls toward Gravollar's trajectory. Some exploded against the rising mounds of rock. One caught the tail of a submerging limb, eliciting a muffled growl from underground.
BOOM!
A blinding Ice Blast surged forward—raw, freezing pressure howling through the mist. From below, Gravollar's Earth Hand erupted—a hardened pillar of stone reaching upward to intercept.
The two elements collided—ice and rock shattering, spraying shards and frost across the fountain clearing.
From the side, Gravollar re-emerged with a swirling Rock Shield, charging toward Glacireine like a rolling boulder. But—
CRACK!
An Ice Wall snapped up from the ground like a rising glacier, catching the blow with a thunderous crash. As cracks webbed across the icy defense, a second Ice Blast fired—so fast and cold it blurred into the air.
Gravollar rolled aside at the last moment, the beam narrowly missing his core.
From the clearing's edge, the girl in white chuckled.
"Well done. You've trained him well."
Gravollar's Whisp Master, Tarru, replied with calm confidence:
"Do you think you're the only one who can train?"
She smiled—but this time, there was no sweetness in it.
"Playtime is over. Now… let's show them."
Suddenly, her petite form began to shift, her Whisp's aura expanding violently. The ground beneath her shuddered as fog boiled up—not across the field, but between the two Whisps alone.
A battlefield within a battlefield, hidden from view. Veiled in white.
Meanwhile: Pyronine vs. Lusafluff
A short distance away, Binny's Pyronine spiraled through the air, trailing embers and wind—his wings a dancing wildfire.
His opponent's Whisp, Lusafluff, a fairy-water hybrid, zipped with liquid grace. Her fluffy mist-like fur spun like shields, dodging flaming attacks with silken arcs.
Fire met water. Wind met foam.
The two danced, clashed, ducked, and rose again.
Scorched earth. Steam clouds. Burnt leaves.
"They're still fighting?" Binny muttered, annoyed.
Then, with a smirk, he turned to the mist rising behind them—where Gravollar and Glacireine had vanished.
"Don't worry. That match is ending. Right now."
His opponent sneered.
"You serious? Your ice-girl's strong, sure. But we've beaten ice and water types tougher than her. She's not invincible."
Binny's grin widened.
"They were weak. She—she's the real power."
He snapped his fingers.
BOOM.
A dull blast echoed from the mist.
Another sound followed—a crash of stone.
All heads turned.
From the fog, a massive object was thrown out—Gravollar, unconscious and embedded in a nearby tree trunk. Bark split. Dust scattered.
Gasps spread.
Binny pointed smugly.
"See? Didn't I tell you?"
The mist began to clear.
Glacireine floated serenely at the centre, her delicate form intact, her breath visible in the still air.
But her aura… it pulsed like a glacier ready to break.
Retreat and Claim
Then—gas hissed from canisters.
A smoke bomb exploded across the clearing.
Binny and the white-clothed girl moved quickly. Together, without a word, they dashed into the misty veil, footsteps quiet like predators.
The girl's voice was soft, calm.
"No need to chase. Let them run."
Her Whisp glided beside her, silent and deadly.
They returned to the five boys—now trembling on the ground, ice melted from their feet but exhaustion painted on their faces.
They flinched as she approached.
"Don't worry," she said, kneeling with an unnerving smile. "It only takes a minute."
She gently pulled their badges from their collars.
"Sayonara."
They fell limp, glowing faintly—
Then teleported out, one by one.
But before the final boy vanished, he snarled through his teeth:
"F**ing btch!"
He spat—
A drop of it hit her cheek just before he dissolved into shimmering light.
She wiped it calmly with a white glove, her expression unreadable.
His laughter echoed as the glow vanished.
But Then…
Another laugh followed.
It didn't come from the teleported boys.
It came from the trees.
From the next trap.