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Chapter 20: The Dance of Swords

The two consoleoids lunged at each other and their blades clashed; they pushed against each other as their wielders ground their teeth and looked each other in the eyes with mutual disdain and blood lust. The force of the blades' auras forced their wielders backwards a few feet.

Zerrin closed her eyes and swung the Frost Cutlass vertically to summon a wall of ice and kicked it to force it to slide against the concrete swiftly towards her opponent; however, Satara wasted no time in slashing at the block quickly to create shards. Before they had any opportunity to melt and soak into the damp, concrete floor, Satara quite literally stirred the air with her blade above the pile of shards and it sent them upwards in a spiral accompanied by sounds of wind gusts. The shards pointed at Zerrin as though they were daggers.

The wielder of the Frost Cutlass had no time to think before the shards were swiftly blown into her direction; therefore, Zerrin impulsively stabbed the ground at the last minute and created a short, thick wall of ice to shield her from the attack. Some icy daggers safely traveled past their target and into the wall while some of them bit her synthetic skin and summoned tiny splotches of red. As for the rest of them, they pelted at her defenses.

The wall of ice was broken by Iris's sword and turned into a white powder, and she slapped the powder multiple times with the flat side of the blade and instantly turned them into snowballs, to which she quickly united them into a single snowball and sliced the air vertically to surround it in frost. Satara laughed and wielded her weapon. "What is this, a fight to the death or a snowball fight?"

Zucchini and Zerrin glimpsed at each other and nodded in acknowledgement; therefore, the catfish sucked up water from his bowl with his mouth and managed to squirt it far enough for it land near Satara's feet. "Oh, I guess you two are just kids." 

At this point, the frost glazed snowball was massive; however, despite its velocity she batted the snowball with the flat part of her friend's sword to send it swiftly to Satara's side. Thanks to her quick thinking, however, she counter-batted the ball of ice and snow and sent it back towards Zerrin. Once again, Zerrin swung at the snowball and it spun frantically whilst being held still by the blade. When she determined that it was held still for a few moments, she swung it back.

"Enough!" the snow was smothered in gusts of wind that tore apart the snowball and shaped as much snowy powder was available into ice shards once again, this time they were much sharper and glazed in the same hard frost Zerrin used to glaze the snowball. They all swiftly turned towards Zerrin just as Satara let out a chuckle. "I was generous with the last batch of daggers. Now take this!" She sliced the air horizontally and a horde of ice blades were sent in Zerrin's direction. "Now!" Screamed Zucchini from his fish bowl.

From across the room, Zerrin forced an icicle to suddenly emerge from the ground, even shocking Satara to the point of falling into the puddle Zucchini created earlier as Zerrin dove into the puddle next to her.

All of a sudden, Zerrin found herself behind the rushing onslaught of flying ice daggers whilst Satara found herself in her enemy's place. She didn't have enough time to think before she settled on just using her blade to slice the daggers apart, but this sideways hailstorm managed to cut her arms, legs, and torso; some shards were close to cutting her neck in a way that would've killed her instantly. Many of the shards embedded themselves to the concrete wall, and suddenly jutted out to form an icy prison by trapping her limbs.

Using the last thread of telekinesis she could find and grasp, Satara sliced her restraints with her sword and managed to get her arms free, but her fists were still encased in a thick layer of ice. She then saw a shadow on the ground that loomed over her and looked behind her shoulder to see Zerrin with her sword raised with rage in her expression. "Clever girl." Satara taunted under her breath before twisting her body to ram Zerrin's torso with her newfound icy gauntlets.