Tundra Strikes Back (part3)
By Sac
"WHAT!?" Tundra yelled, outraged. "I AM TO FIGHT...SNOWMAN!" Staring at Tundra was indeed a snowman, his sightless eyes (Two
pieces of coal) seeming to mock the large Super Villain. "Don't worry. he may seem like a simple Snowman, but Frosty is
actually a demon. You see, he took the form of Frost the Snowman so he could..." The FPL Official started to say, but Tundra
interrupted him. "NO! THIS IS RIDICLOUS! I WILL NOT FIGHT THIS FOOLISH CHILD'S PLAYTHING!" Tundra roared. Suddenly, an icy
voice was heard in the room. "Come out and play...." Both Tundra and the FPL officials started, and looked around, their
eyes settling on the snowman. Then the official started to laugh. "Ya know...this IS stupid. I mean, the whole time I've
been here, this snowman hasn't moved. And look at it! Coal for eyes and a mouth! Carrot for a nose and sticks for arms...
This must be a joke. Look, just wait here Tundra, and I'll sort this out."
"You are lucky little man, for you were very close to dying here and now." Tundra replied, an angry look on his face.
"Unh...Right." said the official nervously, quickly dashing from the room.
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Pikket was bored. She had mastered her electric fighting style and been fighting in the arena, but she hadn't had any other
fights for days, and she was getting bored. Everything time the young woman had tried to ask somebody, she had been brushed
off. And unfortunetly for her, she couldn't afford to hang around the arena all day, as she had to work AND attend her night
classes as well. In fact, she was just about to leave when she heard somebody calling her name. "Yes?" she asked, as a young
man ran up to her. "Are you Pikket?" he asked, to which the young woman replied by nodding her head, a smile creeping over
her face. "Finally! Look, Your to fight in the arena tonight."
"Really! YES! This is so exciting! WOW! So who am I gonna fight? Are they strong? I hope so!" Finally the girl had to stop
for breath, allowing the FPL official to speak. "Tonight you are going to be fighting Tundra...and I have to say, I'm glad
I'm not fighting. He's...scary." Pikett started talking again, but the FPL offical wisely chose to slip away.
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Tundra was leaning back against the wall, when suddenly he heard the icy voice speak again. "You know you want to play...
Frosty is your friend" Tundra started again.
"WHO IS THERE!?" he roared, looking around the room again, but the only other thing he could see in the room was the snowman.
Tundra shrugged and closed his eyes. "Frosty loves you..." spoke the voice again, but this time Tundra was ready. His eyes
shot open, just in time to see the coal formed mouth on the snowman move. Tundra couldn't believe his eyes. "Well..." Frosty
said. "It seems you've found me out. Now you'll have to die!" Rasing the stick that made up it's left arm, then Frosty the
Demon suddenly let loose with a massive blast of cold. Tundra leaped aside, feeling the bitter cold scorch him as it only
just barely missed him. "HA! I cannot be defeated by the likes of you!" Tundra yelled. Frosty once again let loose a blast
of cold, but This time Tundra let loose a blast of his own. The two attacks collided in mid air, showering the room in icy
particles. "Two limiting..." Said the icy voice of Frosty. "Finish this...in Arena!"
Tundra nodded, his face grim. "Very well. I shall see you there..." his voice faded as the large man seemed to melt into the
ground.
Tundra reformed inside the cloesest arena, which was dark and empty. Obviously the Arena staff had not been planning to use
this room. Tundra did not have to wait for long, as Frosty soon made himself apparent with another blast of cold. Tundra
didn't move, and once again Frosty attacked him. "You think to throw me off balance, but I know. Frosty always knows. he can
feel the fear!" said the icy voice.
"Fear?" Tundra asked. "You think I...fear YOU?" Tundra laughed, a laugh which was booming, yet chilling at the same time.
His hands began to glow light blue, as did his eyes. "No my snowy little friend. I do not fear you." A beam of pure cold
blasted from Tundra's hands, which had been very quickly raised and aimed. The blast caught Frosty by surprise, and he was
blown backwards by the force of it, slamming into a wall. Slowly he pushed himself upwards, then gasped (Or tried to) as he
saw that half his torso had been blown away. "You...have injured me" spoke the icy voice, with a very slight hint of fear.
"Children should not harm Frosty. They love him. They...THEY FEAR HIM!!!" Suddenly Frosty seemed to go berserk, firing off
his icy blasts in every direction. Yet, none of his attacks managed to score a hit. Frosty then stopped, looking around. In
the center of the arena, Tundra reformed. "Your attacks are strong...but they do you no good, for you literally tell me when
you are about to attack, leaving me much time to avoid them...not that you could hit me anyway." Frosty's face remained
happy, built as it was from coal and a carrot, but he was obviously deeply angered. However, nothing happened. Tundra waited
and waited. "N...no...I can't have attacked 10 times yet...I can't..." Frosty's icy spoke, now deeply panicked. Tundra's
booming laughter once again filled the arena. Slowly he advanced on frosty. "So...you are helpless. But not only that..."
Tundra grinned evilly. "You are also dead." Not having any other option, Frosty suddenly seemed to plunge it's arms into
it's own chest. Snow fell away, revealing Frosty to be a demon. "No...How could I have been defeated by a mere human!" the
demon screeched, quickly vanishing in a puff of flames. "THERE YOU ARE!" yelled a voice. Tundra turned. Surely the demon
could not have returned already. But instead of a demon, Tundra found himself staring at a young girl. She was slim and had
long blond hair. "I'm Pikket! I'm going to be your opponent for this round of fights! Exciting, isn't it?" Tundra stood
still for a moment, then smiled. "Yes...Very..."
