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“…Heh. Very swell job, dear queen. Very swell job, indeed.” Icetales chuckled amidst his heavy breathing, his tails wagging and scattering snowflakes. “It has been quite long since I’ve had a good sparring session with a fellow swordsmon. I am most delighted.” He lifted his forepaw. “Hmm… I...

Icetales’ eyes widened in surprise at the sudden downward swing. “Heavens!” His mind raced a mile per second — being on his hind legs put him at a terrible disadvantage, as he wouldn’t have been able to put enough force into his parry. As such, he limited himself to tightening his jaws, and...

A glint seemed to shine into Icetales’ eyes as his opponent lost her footing. The lack of practice and rust were starting to get to her already. His fencer’s instincts kicked in immediately, and a black aura flowed through his entire body, turning his pelt into a mix of purple hues and blue...

Ha! A parry! That was expected from an expert swordmon, and so was the counterattack. Fast! Move! Putting as much weight as he could into his tails, he leaned his entire body backwards and pulled himself away from the rising swipe. The tips clashed against each other, clanging metallically, and...

Icetales smirked, and his tails quivered with excitement, the fine mist cloaking his mane. The gauntlet had been thrown down, and he was more than ready to pick up the challenge. "As thou wish, Queen." The Ninetales picked up one of his swords in his tails, before sending the box sliding to...

Icetales stared at Gene, then at her sheathed weapon. He deduced that it must be a blade crafted with extremely durable material, if it was capable of slicing through the metallic body of a Bisharp. “Hmm. I am curious to know how your people forge their weapons, now. Mild curiosity, I very much...

Icetales’s ears flicked with interest, his tails thumping on the floor. Someone requested a duel from him? “Dost thou fancy a sparring session with yours truly? My,” Icetales smiled and wagged his tails, “I’d be most honored, my dear. Not many folks are proficient with the blade, and I could...

“Ah, thou tell me about that! Parallel universes with parallel threats handled by parallel entities… That is quite a lot to take in.” Icetales sat back down and sipped some more of his tea, letting the fresh flavor wash over his body. “And I concur. It is quite amusing, indeed. When it is not...

Icetales blinked in surprise. "Oh? Suicune is thy mother?" He poured some tea on a clean cup, mindful to not spill a single drop. "How fascinating! I know very few 'mons who are directly related to legends." Hm. Makes me wonder if Father is a legendary, in a way. After all, he isn't a regular...

Icetales’ ears swiveled instantly in the direction of that refined voice, and the fox focused on the newcomer. His eyes widened and his tails wagged. “Oh! Queen Gene!” The Ninetales bowed with respect, holding his forepaw in front of his chest. “What a wonderful surprise to see thee here. I am...

A silver blur, and a wide slash. The shadow-fueled ice sword cut through the training dummy as if it was made of butter. A clean cut, straight in the middle of the dummy, and its two halves fell to the floor. The dark smoke and black ice covered the unfortunate target. Standing in front of them...

So, Brisa was indeed worried about him. Bless her soul. Icetales chuckled bitterly, a sad smile appearing on his muzzle. “It is too late for the wounds to be left untouched, I am afraid. They are already there, in the open, impossible to cicatrise. But… that is fine.” The Ninetales diverted...

“…I feel like I do not belong here.” The answer was so immediate that Icetales himself was surprised by his own words. Though, the dice had been cast, so all he had to do was to keep things rolling. “I am not a warrior, Brisa. This much I have realized ages ago. Sure, I have a vast academic...

Icetales nodded in understanding. “Yes, Miss Maple is…obstinate, to put it very mildly. And from what I have gathered from Sir Koamaru, the time you had to act was indeed very little. So, yes. Awful situation to find yourselves in.” Icetales sighed and rubbed his cheek with his leftmost tail...

“Very well. As thou desire.” Icetales took a deep breath in, gathered his thoughts in a single place, and nodded to himself. He was ready. “So, allow me to preface that I do not hold against thee nor anyone else for wanting to keep that information under wraps. I am fully aware of the...

Sure enough, Brisa was already there. Ever so punctual, especially if it was about battling and training. She seemed in a good mood, too, and that was enough to make Icetales feel more relaxed. He managed out a smile and nodded as a greeting. “Swell morning to thee, too,” he said, before...

Another double-check to make sure that the message hits the right tone, a few seconds to breath in and focus, and then… Beep~ That was it. The message had been sent. Icetales sighed and paced back and forth, in the shadow of the Colosseum. Nervousness seeped from his pores in the form of blue...

Icetales blinked a few times, trying to understand what Cynthian was getting at, when he remembered what she did and said before the battle started… Oh. Was that what she was aiming for? Huh… She must have really enjoyed seeing the world from a higher perspective. It was a pity that it didn’t...

Icetales was already halfway through the door, when he noticed that Cynthian had stopped and was staring intently at him. Or, rather, at his mane. He tilted his head, showing a quizzical expression. “Um… Is there something in my mane?” he asked, running a forepaw through his silver fur, which...

Icetales grinned and wagged his tails harder — seeing a comrade smile was like a panacea for his heart. “I am very much pleased to hear these words, Miss Cynthian. I could not have asked for a better partner.” His ears flicked and he looked at the walls — the crowd had grown even louder, if...