Hot damn on a biscuit, it actually worked? Wow. Before Fury had even settled to the ground fully Kanitah was in full sprint, a cone forming around him just as Fury's heels glowed with that energy he's been using since the beginning of the fight. Sidestepping to the right he brought his arm up, watching Fury raise his hand into a downwards strike. The hero closed the gap before Fury made it to the halfway point. With his left hand he tightened his fist and thrust forward, intending to intercept Fury before he could even bring his hand downwards. If the punch were to collide it was carrying enough force to send a man of Kanitah's weight flying. It was a gut punch, directed just below the diaphragm to disrupt breathing and debilitate foes. Draining them of energy by knocking the wind out of them.

Now he hadn't actually blocked Fury's strike to his head. The blow was disturbingly painful, sending a wave of energy down from his dome to his neck. A normal man's collarbone and likely spine would have snapped from the force, but Kanitah's inhumanly strong body was enhanced even further by the Darligrov Engine. The biggest issue with the engine was the strictly internal defense it gave him. Every strike on his body was tearing away more and more of his skin, as it was weakened from the engine's cables pressing against it. The flesh that covers his shoulders had begun to split from the strike to his dome. Kanitah needed to stop worrying himself with the aftermath of the fight and hope that the stomach punch would work.

Fury wasn’t a fool, and no one with any real training allowed a blow like Kanitah’s to land fully when they weren’t even particularly inconvenienced. Unfortunately, Fury’s counter was somewhat negated by the fact that his opponent had quite happily taken a punch directly to the face in order to deliver his own response. Regardless, Fury’s left hand whipped to the side to bat away the blow with his arm, something slightly easier to do because his opponent had also sidestepped in the same direction, making the distance required to bat the fist fully away from his body significantly less. Unfortunately, Fury was obviously outmatched now physically, so his attempt only reduced Kanitah’s blow to about half-power which glanced directly off his left-side.

The punch almost instantaneously cracked two ribs, those which had only begun to heal from his fight with Freedom some time ago. Like a true warrior, he used energy to stabilise himself rather than being thrown by the force of the punch. Only a single grunt of agony escaped his lips, even as his left foot stepped closer to Kanitah, his left hand leapt to seize the retreating wrist of Kanitah’s left hand, and simultaneously pulling downwards on the hopefully clamped arm he could unbalance the Older Warrior just long enough to throw a dangerous punch with his right directly into the side of his head.

However, the last thing he would do was let go if a grapple had been achieved. Knowing he couldn’t last long in a physical confrontation Fury was going to do what came naturally, drain every slither of energy he could.

Damn! The punch hadn't had the effect he was expecting, Kanitah's wrist was caught by Fury's hand and there was a small moment where he noticed his view shifting downwards. Fury had pushed down when he grabbed his wrist, sneaky lil' pecker wasn't he? But Kanitah loved doing this. The Fireen was following up with a punch and there was no way he could block it. His footing was also askew so he wouldn't be able to lift his foe upwards to throw his balance in return. What was there to do, besides match his force? With a circular swing of his head and a very violent thrust with his forehead he slammed face first into Fury's hand. Three rings on his head, combined with the new metallic coating that he was sporting underneath his skin. That aught to be enough to make Fury think twice about punching him in the face.

Again, however, the more strikes he received the more damage his epidermis was taking. Kanitah could tank and tank damage all day, but if he wound up killing himself by losing all of his damned skin what was it good for? Where Fury's hand collided with his forehead his skin was shredded between the amplified force of his own and the raw energy that the Fireen was exuding. Something was off, however, with his hand. A feeling that he wasn't enjoying too much, but something that was immediate. What is that feeling? He thought to himself.

Fury’s hand managed to make purchase, and he tightened his grip around Kanitah’s wrist even as his punch hurtled towards his head. He turned towards the blow, something Fury had not expected, leaving the Fireen with only a small time span to do anything about it. He used his superior position to let his fist glance off his opponent’s head, though he still felt the audible snap of his fingers dislocating and the white hot pain filtered through the Void, so as not to incapacitate him. His fist shot into an open palm and he threw his right shoulder forward and around, while he put all his strength into quickly twisting the left arm behind Kanitah’s back his body span around, using his right hand which was now seeking purchase on Kanitah’s neck.

Hopefully should all go well the Fireen would have quickly positioned himself behind Kanitah and possibly even broken his arm as he twisted it behind his back. However, this was a mere distraction for the dangerous move that was to follow, for should his right hand of managed to pull itself round he could quickly abandon his grip on the left arm while simultaneously moving in for a potentially fatal rear naked choke by wrapping his right arm under Kanitah’s neck, clutching his left bicep and forcing Kanitah’s head forward with his left hand, while all the while applying heavy pressure to both the throat and the jugular vein.

Regardless of if Kanitah was particularly fazed by his oxygen being cut out, Fury’s energy draining qualities had got to work. Slithers of energy were being sapped from Kanitah on contact with the Fireen, every second that passed made Fury stronger.

When the grip took hold he had one of two options to escape from the rear naked choke. Deciding quickly on the first was what every person should do immediately. Jamming his fingers between Fury's arm and his throat he pulled forward, lowering himself to the ground and letting his own weight carry himself and his foe downward. Combining the caustic touch of Darligrov and his own grip he clenched Fury's arm tightly, intending to either tear the skin off or break Fury's grip. Allowing his own body to go limp as a fish would also make holding onto him more difficult in a rear standing choke.

The sensation from earlier was much stronger now. Fury's contact felt like something was missing from his body, and the lactic acid in his muscles began building up faster and faster. Exhaustion was taking hold in the area around his neck, shoulders, and head. This is impossible, isn't it? No! Fury's a leech! Well if you want to suck Kanitah dry, you're gonna need some milk. Because he's awful spicy. The rings of Darligrov are caustic to those who commit evil acts, deemed so by Kanitah's sense of morality obviously. And on each of his shoulders were one ring, in prime position to cause severe burns to the Fireen's arm and wrist.

Fury was burning on the inside, the foul energy he was taking in and the burning sensation of the rings was driving the Void very near to breaking point. Out of desperation… the inevitable happened.

Fury’s face lit bright blue, his eyes consumed by fire, and then he was gone. Only the Void remained, and Kanitah was trying to break its grip. An unnatural roar escaped it’s lips, but only a single word.

“No.”

The energy which naturally poured from Fury’s body suddenly burst forth, alongside the extra power he was constantly taking from Kanitah as each second ticked by. Even as he was starting to tip forward, burns marking his skin where the rings and the hands of his enemy touched him, he suddenly straightened and dragged Kanitah with him. The Unbridled Fury was the more physically significant of the two, his power unmatched in sheer physicality, this was where he was strongest and Kanitah no longer stood a chance. White hot rage caused the grip to tighten suddenly, his power rushing through his body, Fury was now capable of lifting anything up to 50 tonnes and that value was increasing as the Void’s power drove him to his peek… his maximum, and it wasn’t sustainable.

Luckily, Kanitah would be flat out dead in far less than a minute, because that was all Unbridled Fury had.

The power of his grip was crushing, it was just as likely Kanitah’s bones would crack and shatter as it was that he would succumb to the massive quantities of energy now being stolen from him with every passing second.

Did he think that Kanitah was just going to let Fury strangle him? Did he think that the the pundambayan would just allow himself to be subjected to this kind of physical abuse? Not in the slightest. Placing his left foot on the ground he brought his right foot forward, pushing upwards against Fury's arms. Now this was just one part of what he was doing, there were 60 seconds on the clock and that just so happened to be enough time to do this. Removing his left hand from underneath Fury's arm he slid it upwards to where he was holding his own arm against Kanitah's neck. Keeping it outside to get the absolute best leverage. With his right hand still tucked up underneath Fury's arm he was going to rip Fury's arm clean out of the socket. Kanitah slammed his right foot onto Fury's right foot with five rings worth of amplified force.

Now, what I meant with him ripping Fury's arm from its socket.

Kanitah multiplies his own force simply by having the rings, now, what happens when you use leverage? It increases the force even further. Kanitah pushed his shoulders back into Fury's chest and thrust his right arm forward with every single ounce of force that he has in him. Repeating it over and over again if necessary. Fury may have the strength advantage, but no matter what position Kanitah is in, he has the advantage of force. All of that power being shoved against Fury's arm, including his own strength that he is using to keep Kanitah in one spot. Should be more than enough to at least dislocate his elbow. At most it should rip his forearm clean off.

Obviously the Void couldn’t care less, but Fury had to admire how lucid his opponent was when he made another grab for his arm. Regardless, the Fireen simply pulled with his right arm (the one under his opponent’s neck) yanking back as hard as he physically could to snap the neck outright and preventing his fingers from gaining any purchase.

Meanwhile, his foot was being trodden on with a hell of a lot of force, and the bone cracked as his toes were shattered. This was pretty minor damage to Fury, who was now completely immune to pain in the throes of madness, but it did still alert the void to what was about to happen if it didn’t act quickly. While still yanking backwards it rocketed upwards using the power of flight, and as Kanitah attempted to gain some form of grip on Fury to use leverage or something to somehow turn a pulling attack into a blow, and activate his rings, Fury simply launched his knee as hard as he could directly into the small of his back and released his neck, aiming to break Kanitah’s spine on top of all his other woes.

Fury had a similar technique to Kanitah, in Unbridled Fury his physical force was multiplied by two when he launched an attack, so now his 100 tonne lifting weight was being transferred into a 200 tonne knee strike to the back of the older warrior. Frankly, there was no way for him to avoid being launched directly into the side of the chasm if the strike landed (which was likely, considering he couldn’t do squat in open air) while Fury flew high up and out of the rocky pit they had been fighting within.

The grip against his throat tightened even further with Fury's pull, beginning to actually restrict the airflow to his head. Kanitah's push was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. If it relinquished he was going to be in trouble. This was going to be down to the wire if Kanitah didn't do something soon. But then Fury lifted upwards and his grip on his neck tightened, Kanitah was then kneed at full force to his spine and thrown into the wall in front of them. Flopping to the ground and writhing for a moment in antagonizing pain. That was a damn hard blow, it was sending waves of pain through Kanitah's body from waist to neck in the form of a severe burning and screaming pain. The pundambayan couldn't get up, his legs moved but he couldn't force himself to his feet. The only way to prevent himself getting into a scenario where death is a certainty is if he falls. With his hand he gripped the ground and threw himself into the hole again. This time he wasn't just plummeting, there was another layer just beneath them with numerous spires bridging it to the one just above. The hero dragged himself behind one of them and pushed himself into a sitting position. groaning slightly at the pain in his back.

With a rush of wind past his ears, Kholodny Zima is wisked about 30 seconds back into the past, Khazna now in his original spot, hurtling at his pillar. Without bothering to wonder how in the fuck that just happened, Khold gets down to the heart of the matter. Tablurath launches off of his pillar and lands some 35 or 36 feet away. Kicking around on the spoder webs, Kholodny's eyes widen as he witnesses the speed that this man is capable. It's almost hard to follow him with just his eyes. If he hadn't been paying attention, there's no way he would have caught any of it. It is much faster than any normal human should be able to go. Unfortunately for Khazna, Kholodny does in fact possess heightened reflexes as he is a marionette of a god; in effect this boosts his reaction speeds and reflexes, as when his human senses are not good enough, Stribog himself steps in to cover the slack. (Sidenote: Lowered gravity would not make you faster, though for the sake of the story, we'll let it go)

Kholodny twists and turns quickly to try and keep up with Tablurath's movements as the man attempts to gain height on the Russian and close the distance between them. If he was a normal human, there would have been no chance of seeing him. The man would have looked like he was teleporting. It's rather impressive honestly, if you know, Khold wasn't the subject of an attempted murder right now.

Tablurath makes a comment about not knowing who this Khazna person is. Kholodny takes a second, time stopping to make a point, and wonders “That's a good question. Who the fuck is Khazna? Where did I get that name from?” This does not happen in the actual timeframe, please do not assume that Kholodny is wasting time by wondering that.

Considering the stunt that Khold just pulled, he assumes that Tablurath knows and is keeping in mind that he does not need to make motions to create most ice. With that in mind, all the two men have to do is focus on not dying, which might be a little harder than it sounds, especially considering that Kholodny Zima possess very little ways to incapacitate. In a fight with Zima, death is pretty much the only outcome.

Tablurath takes a position in 2 seconds from the ground, to above Khold's head. Tablurathe probably thinks that Kholodny Zima is a coward. So he's gonna assume that Khold wants to keep distance. Hopefully. Because in order for the predator to become prey, one has to catch them off guard. So Khold lets Tablurath get the high ground without moving. And when the man with the mask launches himself at the Scion, Kholodny is ready. Using his considerable powers, Khold creates a bowl shape object coming off of the pillar, pointed upwards in the direction of Tablurath's “Flight Path”. This bowl is more than man size, and once created, Kholodny pulls all magic from it, leaving normal, if hyperdense ice. No magic threads to cut. This is an instant creation process. At the same time, behind the ice bowl, Kholodny begins to create a brutal spear of ice on his left hand. This is a 4 pronged ice spear, looking exactly like a whaler's harpoon. Should Tablurath get caught in the ice, and attempt to cut his way through, Kholodny will try to stab him in the face. If he jumps back, like a man of his intelligence would and should probably do, then a melee weapon probably won't do the ice man much good.

It is not super important to note, but for the sake of detail and remembering the bowl is normal ice, it is currently slowly steaming, like a pile of smoldering coal. Not quite melting yet, it's still very much below frostbite temperatures. If a human's skin or material otherwise not cold resistant were to make direct contact with it, it would probably cause almost immediate freezing/frostbite.

Fury’s knee made brutal contact with his opponent as he drove himself up and out of the chasm. Hardly waiting to see his foe suffer, he entered the relatively open air and looked down, fire still blossoming in his face. The aura of power Fury was exerting at that moment was nothing less than insane, and everything in the area could feel it. Webs blasting every direction as he surfaced, but all this power was coming at a great cost for the Fireen warrior.

It must be finished soon, or my vessel’s strength will fade.

Using all his stolen energy Fury began to tense every muscle in his body, floating some distance above the entrance to the rocky pit. It was hard, possibly one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but slowly the rock upon either side of the cliff began to shift and crack. His telekinetic strength was massive now, leaving Fury capable of lifting nearly fifty tonnes of weight with energy alone. He utilized this now, preparing to bury his foe for good.

Crack.

The elderly man groaned, looking upwards at the ceiling There was a sound coming from up above. "What was that?"

Crack! Another one, a few seconds after the first.

"Cavern. Cavern cavern. What happens in caverns when you hear cracking?" Racking his brain for a moment he reacted with a sharp intake of air, Kanitah knew what happens when you hear cracking in a cave! "Is he mad!?"

The Pundambayan pushed off of the pillar he was leaning on and crawled over to the wall he had broken through previously to move to the area behind Khazna and Khold. If he remembered correctly, even though he was a layer down, he was still above the area where he had jumped up the first time. That meant that there were at least a few webs over there. Enough to keep a foothold for a little time. The hero pushed himself back to a seated position. Cupping his hands in eachother he raised them above his head and stuck the wall. The sound of something completely breaking away hit his ears and Kanitah shouted out loud as he punched the wall again. Breaking a hole in the structure and leaping through it, fleeing the telekinetic assault.

The rings of Darligrov faded, but the engine maintained, Kanitah's hand grasped a wall and hoped to his god that the sudden drop of energy would keep Fury from being suspicious enough to come search for him. With a bit of effort he pulled his bulk upwards into a small gap in the wall, opposite the one he himself had made. Sitting up against the web and panting heavily.

Fury released all his power without fully breaking apart the rock, though it was significantly weakened. There was no point in caving in the pit if his opponent had escaped, which his powerful energy sensing abilities had alerted him had happened. Slowly he floated to the surface, finding a ten foot platform of rock suspended by five thick web strands. His power began to fade, and Fury winced as pain flushed back into his system. He knelt and began using all that energy he had saved by reverting back to his normal form to heal his many injuries, broken bones taking main priority.

“Gah, god damn it, he better be finished this time.” Fury muttered, all traces of the Void lost from his voice. It was becoming tiring facing an opponent that just kept returning despite all the injuries he had sustained.

Down in the pit he groaned silently, pushing against the web to make room so he can stand up. It took a bit of pulling but he managed to tear through it, making a large enough gap for him to be able to stand. Alright neat, that part's done, but the actual standing was going to be an issue. His legs were resisting his attempts to stand, there might be a bruise on his spinal column. If that were the case, he wouldn't be able to run. "I'm getting too old for this aren't I? How did I let myself get into that position? I'm better trained than this, I let myself get caught up in the fight rather than thinking on the real life or death situation I was in. A rookie's mistake."

The pundambayan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "I lost myself to the power, and Fury's abilities outmatched me. If I want to come out of this alive, I'm going to have to use my training to take him down. Fighting wild and animalistic isn't the way of going about it, especially against a foe who's younger and more wild than I am." Now he couldn't rely on the rings, if he brought the rings up then he was sure to fall to their influence. The engine would take up the slack and at least put him on equal footing with Fury, but the only advantage he was going to have was his training.

Thinking back to his training he remembered the planet he was thrown on to survive, fighting against hyper gravity monsters with little to survive on but his own wit and skill. Then he thought to the war. The armored foes were numerous and far too well armed for his people to compete. Kanitah was the only thing that had stood between them and his people. If he had've let himself get like this back then, it would have spelled extinction for the pundambayans.

"Find your center." Pushing himself up against the wall he sighed, breathing in slowly and letting it out quickly. "Wounds with the engine are superficial. If the engine fails, I will die. If I drop the engine, I will succumb to shock." He bit his lip and forced himself back up to his feet, a slight numbness in his legs. "And he's not alone. Another man was fighting Khold." Kanitah slid back down to his bottom and stretched his legs out. Taking another breath to level himself out again. "This might not be a fight I can walk away from. Fury's on par with me, and he's much younger than I am." His eyes opened up and he stared at the torn webbing he was inside of. "How can I stop him?" Those rectangular pupils of his rocked back and forth as he watched the fight he was just in, replaying it and replaying it like a broken record. "Y'might have messed up this time old boy."

"You cling to antique old weapons of a bygone age, take away your blades and you can do nothing."

"But as long as I have them, I can do anything."


Khazna had been waiting for his enemy to intercept him, never entertaining the notion his foe would allow him within striking range. So when his opponents defense constructed itself in the form of a bowl like formation of ice; he was ready. Speeding through the air of course meant Khazna could not easily avoid the obstruction, be he didn't have to. Tablurath's preternatural sight noted immediately when the threads of energy circulating the system inside his opponents body were stimulated. It was the briefest of warnings, but it was ample enough warning for Tablurath. As the ice formed, a black mist swept a path before the Cardinal, made up of countless nanobots. A flash of movement of Serenity's razor sharp blade later saw another exact duplicate of that same sword suddenly appear instantly constructed by the machines.

The momentum of the cut sent the newly forged blade spinning end over end toward the ice bowl just as it come into shape. Such was Tablurath's combat perception that once he had seen the coming danger his mind formed a perfect counter faster than any normal human mind would have been able to comprehend or achieve. Just moments before the nanobot forged blade spun hard and fast into the bowl and piercing it partway from its momentum, Tablurath noted that his opponent had drawn out his energy from the ice construct for whatever reason. Arriving a heartbeat behind the sword turned makeshift platform, Tablurath landed the flat of his left foot on it's pommel. Normally Tablurath possessed the ability to completely arrest his inertia, such was his control over his high speed movements and why his bones did not merely shatter from the intense speed. But as he landed behind the blade, he sent all his gathered energy directly into it's halt.

The effect sent such force through the ice as to create countless fissures to appear like a web of cracks from the point where the sword impaled it. The bowl still managed to hold shape for the most part though. Rising his left foot he sent his right leg down on the blades pommel at the same instant with a burst of speed and strength that resulted in freight-train force. The effort effectively launched Tablurath backward through the air, yet it had a profound effect on the blade as well, as the blow shot it away from him in the opposite direction. The makeshift platform turned missile blasted through the ice barrier with the speed and strength of ballista bolt straight toward Khold. Tablrauth had been aiming more to his left in order to pierce his spine as well, but instead the blade would pierce directly through the man’s lower left abdomen, cutting through his left kidney with enough force to break bone and pin him to the ice platforms surface at his feet.

Khazna for his part rocketed backward flipping through the air before colliding with a giant strand of prettified web, his knees bending under the force of the landing and grunting with the effort. It left both his feet sore but no worse for ware, and gave him an instant to take in the other man’s reaction. Considering the quick response, in the realm of a second, speed of the sword replica, and near point blank distance it had to travel. The chances of Khold avoiding it seemed unlikely at best. Not to mention he was already in the midst of forging a spear, shifting to a shield seemed unlikely. It didn't help that the sword clone still possessed all the resistances and potencies to the elements its true counterpart did.

Khold might have tried to repair the ice beforehand, but he had since stripped it of any energy he might have used to further manipulate it. If nothing else, Tablurath would learn if Khold possessed inhuman perception and accelerated thought that would put his to shame, which seemed vastly more unlikely. Still anything was possible, so moments after landing Tablurath was already moving, running full circle around the spider thread, moving fast enough to momentarily defy gravity, running across its length until he was atop it, his blades both singing as they spun increasingly faster.



(Sidenote: It would effect ascension rate, which is what he was doing)

“Well, I think I’m done here.” Fury said finally, rising to his feet after a significant period of intense healing. Everything broken was still fractured, but operable, and energy could seal the damage to the point where he was basically whole. One thing Fury had really become adept at in his fairly short life was the baring of physical pain. That didn’t mean the pain wasn’t there though.

He looked around, and on not immediately finding an opponent he settled down to watch the concluding moments of Khazna’s fight with the ice-skating fairy, who was proving more resourceful than expected. (Note, Fury and Kanitah have been fighting for significantly longer, hence I’m hinting at events which haven’t actually transpired yet.) Though they were far away, Fury could quite easily trace the patterns of energy, an ability he was also using to make sure his Old foe wasn’t making a spectacular comeback anytime soon.

Inhaling sharply he pushed back up, standing on two legs again with some effort. A sharp twinge running from his waist to his neck almost floored him again. "Boy I got myself a beating. I'm gonna have to repay that favor once I get out of this pit." There was a pause before he said anything else, his mind was still frantically replaying the fight. Trying to spot some kind of weakness in how Fury fights. There were some, but he could no longer exploit them. Not without exhausting himself to collapsing. The word of power was potent, very much so, likely one of the strongest words of power in the universe. But it caused immense strain on the body. You're never used to the output of your punches and steps, everything about your movements is just off natural.

"The effort is too much, I'll probably have to do something drastic. Like, y'know. . ." Trailing off for a second he snapped his fingers repeatedly, trying to think of the word. "Like actually using my skills." Kanitah frowned, those weren't the words he was looking for. With his left hand he reached into the webbing and grappled with a very thick strand of it, it wasn't fresh but it was very pliable. Using his right hand now he pushed against the wall and tore it out, almost losing his footing for a moment. He wildly grabbed hold of the wall and steadied himself. "Let's not die from a sudden vacation to the ground and make a weapon." Sitting back down he got to work on the webbing, jamming his fingers inside of it and pulling apart with both arms. Tearing it down the middle into two half strands. "Maybe I can. . .Yeah, I totally can."

With both hands again he pried apart both halves, tearing them into quarter strands and curling them up into four spirals. "I don't have anything for the base, so I'm going to have to wrap them around my wrists." Taking two of the quarter strands into his hands he started weaving them around eachother as tightly as he possibly could, stretching it out and making it thinner to make weaving easier.About a foot of it had been made at this point, Kanitah himself was starting to get into a nice flow. "Oh boy are they gonna be surprised when I get up there with these."

The Pundambayan continued weaving the fabric together, about four feet of it was made now. It would take a little bit longer for him to make them long enough to actually use.

(Time to Completion of Improvised Weapons: 2 turns)

As the sword hits the ice, Kholodny begins moving. There is no hesitation or thinking involved in his movement. Kholodny Zima grew up in the most intense part of the Russian tundra. Stribog raised him and kept him safe until he was able to walk on his own, but after that, the proud god would have no scion of his not be able to fend for himself. So for a five year old in the Russian Tundra, ice powers or not, one's gonna need to develop some serious survival instincts. When Khold's ice is broken, his body begins moving on its own, before he even thinks of it. This is a trait acquired from fighting more than his fair share of wolves and bears, who were more than able to break little Khold's thin walls of ice without really trying.

As the cracks begin to spread through the ice, Kholodny's body drops to the right, his feet sliding out from underneath him. The momentum from the fall makes him slide a little on his platform, his head just barely staying hidden behind the bowl. Before he is able to think, he's now on his side. Coming back to his senses, he hears the shattering of ice as the sword shoots out above his head and into where his kidney would have been had he not moved. Shuddering to himself he mutters, "That would have been more than unpleasant." A small pillar of ice pushes him back up onto his feet as Tablurath lands, preparing himself for any following onslaught.

As all of this is happening, Kholodny continues to collect energy in his forming weapon, the body of the spear becoming complete. The spear head takes on a harpoon shape, the prongs lengthening considerably. Between the head of the harpoon and the connecting shaft, wind energy begins to collect, forming a small sphere of power, growing stronger and more pressurized by the second.

As Tablurath begins moving again, Kholodny spreads a fine wave of cold out over a 40 foot radius, ice slowly spreading out from the center of the circle where the ice man is. The intended purpose is not to damage his opponent, though if left untreated, it will be a little more than just an annoyance. The true purpose is to locate and put a bead on where the running man is, for as long as the threads of ice are touching him, Kholodny can pinpoint where he is, even if he loses sight. As the wave spreads, it will begin to create ice along the ground, in an attempt to try and slip up Tablurath, though its effectiveness Khold has no idea.

He fully expects Tablurath to cut the energy. Its no big loss if he does, Kholodny has more than enough energy to spare at this point, the battle has barely begun. No, he's saving his power for when he knows he can get a better shot to hit him. He knows as well as anyone that in a battle like this, the first one to get a solid hit will be put at a huge advantage.