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Frozen icicle

Frozen icicle

As Leon descended into the ruined city, his boots crunched against shattered glass and cracked pavement. Smoke billowed into the air, filling his lungs with the acrid stench of destruction. The sound of distant screams and sirens echoed through the crumbling streets. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and terrified civilians scrambled to escape the chaos.

Leon sprinted forward, weaving through the debris, his sharp eyes scanning the wreckage. In the distance, he saw the source of the mayhem: Nur, a towering figure whose once-calm demeanor was replaced by wild, frantic movements. Nur lashed out at everything around him—cars, streetlamps, even fleeing civilians. A squad of police officers arrived, their guns raised.

“Stand down!” one of them yelled before opening fire. Bullets ricocheted off Nur’s hardened skin like pebbles against steel. The enraged figure turned to them, his glowing eyes narrowing. With a roar, he swiped his arm, sending a car hurtling toward the officers.

Leon clenched his fists. “Enough of this,” he muttered under his breath.

He whispered a command in his native tongue: “Новая форма.” Instantly, a chilling aura surrounded him as his body transformed. Ice began to creep up his limbs, encasing his arms and legs in crystalline armor. His hair turned snow-white, shimmering like frost under the sunlight. His breath came out in cold puffs as the temperature around him plummeted.

“All of you, fall back!” Leon bellowed, his voice carrying authority and a frosty edge.

The officers hesitated but eventually obeyed, retreating to a safer distance. Leon stepped forward, his icy gaze fixed on Nur.

“Nur,” Leon called out, his voice steady but firm. “Listen to me. This isn’t you. Whatever that Yeager did to you, you’re stronger than this. Smarter than this. Don’t let Luna control you!”

The mention of Luna’s name had an immediate effect. Nur’s wild eyes locked onto Leon, filled with fury.

“Don’t you dare say her name!” Nur roared, his voice shaking the ground.

Leon braced himself as Nur grabbed a nearby truck and hurled it toward him with terrifying strength. Leon raised a hand, summoning a sheet of ice that caught the vehicle mid-air. The truck slammed into the frozen barrier, shattering it into countless shards. But Nur was faster than Leon anticipated. Using the momentary distraction, he rushed forward and slammed his fist into Leon’s face, sending him flying through the air.

Leon crashed into the ground with a grunt, skidding across the rubble. He wiped blood from his lip and stood, glaring at Nur.

“All right, if that’s how you want to play,” Leon muttered.

He thrust his hands forward, summoning massive icy tendrils that snaked around Nur’s arms and legs. With a flick of his wrist, Leon slammed Nur into the ground, creating a shockwave that cracked the pavement. The ice ropes dragged Nur across the ruined street, leaving a deep trench in his wake.

Nur roared, breaking free with a burst of raw strength. He charged at Leon again, his fists raised. Leon sidestepped the attack and retaliated with a concentrated ice beam. The blast struck Nur square in the chest, sending him crashing into a parked truck, which crumpled under the impact.

Leon advanced cautiously, his breath steady despite the strain on his body. “Stand down, Nur. I don’t want to hurt you.”

But Nur had no intention of backing down. He disappeared into the smoke for a moment before reappearing behind Leon. With a feral growl, he delivered a devastating punch to Leon’s back, launching him through the walls of a nearby building. Leon tumbled through several rooms before crashing through the other side, landing in a pile of debris.

Groaning, Leon tried to push himself up, but Nur leapt on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Before Leon could react, Nur grabbed a steel pipe from the wreckage and tore into Leon’s arm, ripping it clean off.

Leon gritted his teeth, suppressing a scream. “Really? The arm?” he said through the pain.

Using the last of his strength, Leon formed an ice spike on his back and launched it upward, stabbing Nur and forcing him off. He scrambled to his feet, frost rapidly forming over his shoulder as he began regenerating his missing arm.

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Nur, undeterred, charged again. Leon’s ice beam lanced out, trying to slow him down, but Nur moved unpredictably, dodging each attack with unnatural speed. Just as Nur closed the distance, Leon’s regenerated arm finished forming. Without hesitation, Leon conjured an ice sai in his hand and met Nur’s attack head-on.

The clash of their strikes sent a shockwave rippling through the air. Nur’s fist collided with Leon’s weapon, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Leon twisted his sai, cutting deep into Nur’s arm and forcing him back.

“You’re stronger than I thought,” Leon muttered, summoning another weapon. This time, he formed a massive ice hammer, its surface etched with intricate frost patterns.

Nur lunged again, but Leon swung the hammer with all his might, striking Nur square in the head. The blow sent Nur sprawling to the ground, dazed.

Leon stood over him, raising the hammer again. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep!” he chanted, slamming the hammer down repeatedly.

Nur snarled and grabbed Leon’s arm mid-swing. Leon responded by encasing his arm in an ice vine, freezing Nur’s grip and locking them in place.

The two glared at each other, the tension thick as the frost-covered battlefield glimmered in the fading sunlight.

Leon’s ice wings unfurled with a sharp crack, their jagged edges glinting like shards of glass in the sunlight. Grabbing Nur by the arm, he lifted them both into the air, away from the ruined city. The wind howled as Leon strained to keep them aloft, the weight of Nur’s struggling making it harder to maintain altitude.

“We’re getting out of here, Nur,” Leon said, his voice laced with determination.

But Nur wasn’t going quietly. With a furious roar, he slammed his fist into Leon’s side, the force sending them careening into a nearby building. They crashed through the structure, shattering windows and scattering debris across the floor. The terrified screams of civilians echoed around them as Leon skidded to a halt on the ground.

Nur landed hard, immediately leaping at Leon and delivering a brutal punch to his face. The impact drove Leon to one knee, but he grabbed Nur’s arm in retaliation, slamming him into the wall and pinning him there. Summoning a swirling mist of freezing air, Leon directed it at Nur’s face, his voice low but commanding.

“Enough, Nur! Calm down!” Leon said, the mist settling over Nur in an attempt to lull him into unconsciousness.

For a moment, it seemed to work. Nur’s movements slowed, his eyes flickering shut. But with a sudden burst of energy, Nur kicked Leon square in the chest, launching him across the room. Leon crashed into an elevator shaft, his back slamming against the exposed cables.

“Everyone off the elevator!” Leon shouted to the startled civilians trapped inside.

The crowd scrambled to safety, just as Nur barreled toward him again. Leon barely managed to dodge the attack, his body twisting around the shaft’s cables. Using his momentum, he grabbed the dangling elevator and hurled it toward Nur. The makeshift projectile collided with a deafening crash, but Nur emerged from the wreckage, unfazed.

Breathing heavily, Leon charged forward and landed a solid punch across Nur’s face. The blow forced Nur to stagger, but instead of falling, he turned slowly to Leon, spitting out a tooth. A chilling grin spread across Nur’s face as his eyes locked onto Leon’s.

Leon froze for a split second, shivers running down his spine. “Uh… sorry?” he offered weakly.

Nur’s grin vanished, replaced by a scowl. He grabbed Leon by the collar and hurled him through the side of the building. Leon tumbled through the air before slamming into the neighboring structure. The impact shook the building, and Leon barely had time to stabilize himself before Nur was on him again, throwing a flurry of punches.

Leon dodged as best he could, weaving through the onslaught while trying to maintain his footing on the crumbling walls. Thinking quickly, he conjured icy whips from his hands, using them to block Nur’s attacks and create distance. Nur, however, tore through them with brute force, closing the gap with relentless determination.

Leon knew he couldn’t keep this up. As Nur lunged for another strike, Leon grabbed him by the waist and, with a powerful beat of his ice wings, launched them both into the air again. His eyes scanned the cityscape, searching for a safer location. Spotting an unfinished skyscraper with no civilians inside, Leon adjusted his course and flew toward it.

“This ends now,” Leon muttered.

Reaching the skeletal structure of the unfinished building, Leon hurled Nur into the framework, the force shaking the metal beams. Without hesitation, Leon unleashed a barrage of ice beams, each strike smashing into the structure with unrelenting precision.

Nur staggered as the onslaught continued, his body battered but still refusing to fall. As he rose to his feet, he caught sight of the chaos around him—military vehicles closing in, civilians running for their lives. The sight seemed to reignite the anger burning within him. His fists clenched, and his breathing grew ragged.

“Nur, no!” Leon shouted, sensing the danger.

Before Nur could act, Leon appeared in front of him, his fist glowing with icy energy. With one final, decisive blow, he struck Nur square in the jaw, the impact echoing through the half-finished building. Nur’s body went limp, his unconscious form collapsing to the ground.

Leon stood over him, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. He glanced around at the destruction and chaos they had caused, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders.

“Come on, Nur,” Leon said softly, kneeling beside his fallen opponent. “We’ve got work to do. But first… let’s get you out of here.”

Leon carefully lifted Nur’s unconscious body, his ice wings spreading once more as he prepared to leave the battlefield. Above the ruined city, the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the broken streets.

Leon tapped his earpiece as he stood over Nur’s unconscious body. “Everyone, I’ve got Nur,” he announced, his voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping in.

A moment later, Baluka’s voice crackled through the comms. “Understood. We pursued Yeager rank five, but he escaped.”

Leon sighed, a hint of frustration in his tone. “Acknowledged. Head back to the ship and regroup.”

He crouched, carefully lifting Nur’s limp form onto his shoulder. With a deep breath, Leon unfurled his ice wings once more, their sharp, crystalline edges glinting in the fading sunlight. With a powerful thrust, he launched into the air, carrying Nur back toward the ship.

The city stretched out below him, a patchwork of destruction and chaos, but for now, the battle was over.

Leon soared through the air, his ice wings cutting through the smoke-filled sky as he carried Nur’s unconscious body. Below, the city lay in ruins, a stark reminder of the chaos they had barely contained.

“Another victory,” Leon muttered under his breath, though the weight of the destruction told him otherwise.

As the ship came into view, its sleek silhouette gleaming against the setting sun, Leon felt a twinge of relief. For now, they had Nur. For now, they had a chance to regroup.

Landing softly on the ship’s deck, Leon turned to the crew waiting for him. He handed Nur over to the medics and folded his wings away, his body aching from the fight.

“Make sure he’s secured,” Leon ordered, his voice steady but fatigued.

Amber approached, concern etched across her face. “You all right?”

Leon glanced at her, then back toward the distant city. “I’ll live. But this war… it’s taking more out of us every day.”

He turned and walked toward the bridge, the weight of his decisions pressing heavier with each step. The battle was over, but the war was far from won.