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Oh, by the heavens! Things were far more serious than they seemed. Icetales took a deep breath to keep his cool and have a subtle nod to Brisa. “All right, then. This I can do,” he replied with a low voice, before turning to the crowd. He waved his tails with flair, scattering pixie dust and...

Eternal energy flared around Icetales’ cosmic matter, and the dusts and sparks of energy converged into a single dot. The quasar quivered and became solid, reconstructing the body of the half-daemon. Alongside it appeared the red scythe, brimming with chaotic energy and glowing with that ominous...

A pang of sorrow pulsed inside of Icetales’ heart as he saw Truffle working past his limits. He was so distracted by what he was seeing that he barely registered the Iron Tail striking him again, and he didn’t even feel his own powers being disrupted once more. Why was Truffle doing that? Why...

And once more, Icetales felt metal striking his body, the sharp tip slicing more of his fur and leaving scratches behind. But the Ninetales took the hits with stride, with only low growls as a sign that he was starting to feel the fatigue on his body. Also, Leg had just spawned another doll...

As someone who was accustomed to magic and sorcery, Icetales could feel that the incantation was rapidly weakening his own spells. The soothing effect of his healing snow was gone, with each grain of ice thumping weakly on his dark pelt. “Hmph. You are plenty capable opponents, no doubt. Many...

“…Heh.” Even with the many scratches covering his body, Icetales afforded a confident smirk. “That is quite the impressive show of wizardry thou have pulled off here, Sir Truffle. My, how truly outstanding, I must say.” A pulse of darkness flared outward, before receding back into the depths...

Um. Yes. Truffle specialized in defensive maneuvers, all right. That meant that the best approach was to break through those barriers with sheer strength. “This is it, Brisa! Grind that barrier to powder with the sharpness of thy fangs!” It was a good thing that she had learned a few tricks...

That brief flash of solemnity didn’t go unnoticed to Icetales, and idly wondered if the fight was more than a simple show for Truffle. Whatever was the case, he was more than ready to flash his fangs and stride forward. Perhaps that battle could have brought some clarity and comfort. Who knew...

It sure felt bizarre to be back to a battle scene, after getting the mind and body ravaged by what could be considered the god of a new world. And yet, having a casual duel, watched by a crowd of people, in a lively (and safe) environment… it was like a breath of much needed fresh air. Icetales...

Icetales took many deep breaths, a thick mist seeping from his jaws and the cosmic matter fading away. What it left behind was a pretty roughed up fox, his mismatched pelt looking even more blurred out as silver locks mixed with black and black with silver. “I… I must say,” he drew another last...

The veil of auroras shattered; furious swipes brimming with bug energy racked across Icetales’s entire body; golden and dark fumes spewed from his gashes, the cosmic matter ripped apart by the vicious combined assault. Then, it all ended. It was so fast that the fox had barely the energy to...

[Flavor coming soon! Just imagine Icetales resting for now, like a male Snow White~]

Balm was fast, no doubt, but Icetales’ defensive skills were even faster! He bolted to intercept the incoming assault, his movements elegant and his body firm. The blade of grass struck him at full force… and yet, he didn’t even flinch nor yield. A lock of fur was blown away by the sudden...

Ah. The familiar rush of adrenaline flowed through Icetales’ entire body as he walked through the corridor and into the battlefield. On the opposite side of the arena stood Cepa and Balm, waiting for the trio. Icetales wasn’t one to leave untied knots, and luckily for him the two Timekeepers...

“There! Happy with the drink, lovely tree?” Petram stared in glee at the giant ethereal tree, where many teapots were scattered around its roots. He rubbed his paws, grinning from an ear to another, and started walking away to assist the other members of his team. The Zoroark only had the time...

In the middle of the arena, Petram was still watering Owen’s tree with tea — Max Elixir-flavored, this time. He was so intent in his little task that he didn’t feel the cold air zipping past him and barely heard the shocked holler of his dear Daddy. His ears flicked and he glanced around...

“…Well, that is something thou not see everyday,” muttered Icetales as he rushed into the battlefield, ready to support his teammates after hearing the telepathic messages. The dome of flickering protective energies had once more appeared in the middle of the battlefield, looking as...

“Someone mentioned… shadow?” Icetales smirked, as dark fumes began sipping from his pelt. “Oh, I have plenty to offer!” Dark winds and cosmic dusts swirled around the Ninetales, who flicked his tails with nonchalance. Soon, nighttime fell on the northern side of the Colosseum, as the nebula...

So, that was it. The showdown of the two teams, ready to unfold their true power to an immense audience. Definitely an event that many ‘mons didn’t want to miss out. Icetales was among his own team, striding through the corridor and into the arena with pride, his paws grazing familiar floors...

For a moment, Icetales felt like his own black hole shallowed his energy, and he winced in exhaustion when he felt his own darkness reduced to a black wick. How… cold he felt. So very cold. “Nggh…” Gasping sonorously, he stared back and forth at the two combatants, with only his brimming...