> A primal push painted unto all. Eternal, in all it is…

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Couch continued covering himself as the freezing wind finally encompassed him.

It took a while to halt, primarily as Shwey still acted out the strange wave, seeming that he had plans intended through its course. The environment began to change, as all around began to congeal and freeze in an unnatural manner.

Then, the motion of the wind petered out, acting as sign to the likely end of the action.

But as Couch placed his forearm down and lifted his head up, he could only greatly question that what he saw.

The entire arena had now become as sizable as a grand Jovian, with cold winds and completely overspread in the elements of frost, and designed with different constructs of varying sizes and shapes. And in the middle of it all was Shwey, carrying on his face the most gallant of grins. "Welcome…”

“To mine Winter Wonderland."

"What…what is this?,” questioned Couch with unchanging dumbfoundedness as he scanned across this frozen giant body.

"But a simple act. Terraforming this hither place into mine own peculiar permafrost heaven, added with aiding structures. It also appears it hath greatened in reach to accommodate. Nevertheless, I shalt now demonstrate…”

With a lifting of his hands, the Asgardian erected five aligned large and girthy ice pillars from the ground aside and before him that stretched all the way to the sky's path.

"I shalt show thee…why the gods art rightful to respect!"

He then brought forth from the sides of each pillar spikes of icy natute, immediately launching them at Couch.

Using his mobility, Couch rushed away from there whilst avoiding the spikes with expert maneuvering, but found an inability to truly counter Shwey's control of the platform. An inability that could prove deathly.

Shwey kept pressing on, placing various obstacles in Couch's way with a great ease. From blockades to tall walls to even domes, he formed in aim to contain the Torrerian. But the latter acted smarter, making use of his speed to displace his molecules and allow him to pass through these constructs in an intangible sprint.

Using that same speed, he made attempts to fly into the space above with a high-speed gyration of his forelimbs.

Shwey took notice, and fabricated giant birdlike creatures that overtook the skies, and so Couch had to abort the tactic.

Shwey continued on his offensive progress, launching more and more projectiles and erecting more and more roadblocks, and simultaneously using the ice to provide reliable cover from any surprise attacks that Couch could form from his current status.

But Couch simply carried on in his evasive exhibitions, swimming and swiveling away from the attacks intended to bring him down and still in search for openings to turn the tides of the battle at the same time.

There has to be something…some means to deal with all this ice… He analyzed, swiveling his head as he searched for one.

Then, he swiftly noticed an ice pillar that was nearly close to the skyline where the birds were, and conjured a probable strategy.

He started sprinting to and then up the pillar, constantly and furiously accelerating with each and every step, making it closer and closer to the top.

Still looking for a path through the heavens?, thought Shwey, who caught on without issue. How foolhardy!

From the pillars he produced more obstacles, this time noticeably animated well-armed ice soldiers to keep Couch in check.

Couch was still able to keep them at bay, easily dodging all their actions with dexterity and accuracy.

And just as he neared the birds, he swiftly changed direction, barreling now straight down towards Shwey with constant, unnatural acceleration.

And while Shwey was fast enough to perceive, he was far too sluggish to defend or even react. Thus Couch managed to then deliver a solid punch that went through the Asgardian's abdomen.

"Finally got you!"

"Haha…art thou sure, boy?,” responded Shwey, smiling without a drop in his liveliness.

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Then, Couch's hand began to slowly congeal.

He soon caught on, realizing that this was a double made of ice, and attempted swift action.

Unfortunately, the deed was done, and the double began to break apart and reform, hastily spreading over Couch as a capsule of ice.

The capsule completely formed, with a probability it was unbreakable, and had quite literally frozen him inside of it.

"A seal…,” dictated the real Shwey as he emerged from a covered ice well. "One of greatly lasting ice, insusceptible even to the might of handful of the loftiest ice giants. And it shall be thine sure end."

Shwey would then form wjth spiraling elements of cold a mammoth hammer, designed in reminiscence of the mighty Mjolnir, a smithing hammer with symmetrical, trapezoid-shaped head marked with various ornate engravings. "ICE ARMORY: THOR!!!”

He then leapt from the spot he was, towards Couch and the capsule, carrying the hammer in a position that aimed to crush both Couch and the capsule, keeping anyone who watched attentive to the next series of events in the greatest of anxious feelings.

Suddenly, a bright, yellow light shone from within the capsule, puzzling Shwey.

Out of nowhere, a burst of yellow energy exploded from within the capsule, destroying it, and beginning to eviscerate most of the icy terrain, and Shwey as well was sent reclining from it.

He crashed violently onto an ice pillar with his back.

He looked up in shock at what he saw from the aftermath.

It was Couch, who was now visibly different, now floating high above the surface and donning a yellow and black uniform with a stylized insignia akin to a ring on his chest. On his third right finger was a yellow ring, one emitting yellow light, and he himself was enveloped in a yellow outline.

The arena had not been remodeled, but it was very clear that Couch's current might went even beyond it.

"T-thou art…,” stuttered Shwey with greatly widened eyes.

"Hmph. You greatly underestimated me, oldie,” retorted Couch. "Now, I'll show you the power of the Yellow Galactic Brigade.”

“I'll show you…the power of Fear!!!"

Shwey, at first terrified, mustered his courage, hurling a barrage of ice attacks at his opponent.

Unfortunately for him, these were to no avail, as each attack simply hit Couch.

The latter initially chuckled.

Then that mood was distorted, as to the Asgardian he spoke in a vitriolic tone, with his ill-intent visible even through the eye sockets of his mask. "My turn.”

Then, using his ring, he manufactured an enormous replica of a powerful railgun originated from his home dimension, constructing it with all intricacy and understanding.

He fired an excessively powerful blast from it at Shwey, who created defenses of ice in a frantic last-ditch attempt.

It was a futile one, as it simply shattered through and hit him head-on. And the concentrated power would burst out with otherworldly force.

And from behind the subsequent cloud that formed, Couch would continue his assault, dishing out all the punishment he could with the ring at Shwey.

《In his possession is a Force Ring.》

《Powerful objects that are powered by the great spectra of psychological states across spheres of all sorts. Intrinsically designed, they are the weapons of these "Brigadiers". Couch's is of a yellow hue, and yellow in the Torrerian dimension, and many-a world...marks fear.》

Spectators and participants alike watched on to see what had happened, possessing differing expressions and believing the match to be done and dusted.

Their suspicions were confirmed when the dust settled, and a mangled and dishelved Shwey lay in a hole in the ground with a hand just outside of it, bleeding profusely and surrounded by that very ichor, and seemingly out of the battle. Couch, still standing, looked on, starting to float towards Shwey to confirm his victory.

However, an ice spike was suddenly sent from Shwey's direction at him, which he quickly reacted to and caught.

"Mine heart…hast yet…to fail…,” uttered Shwey in a slowly failing voice, his palm facing towards his adversary as it emitted cold steam.

"Is that so? Allow me to correct that,” responded Couch, creating a ginormous pincer in the meanwhile.

He picked Shwey up with it, and slowly used it to crush him.

Many protested this, seeing it unnecessary and vile. "What does he think he's doing!?" "He'll kill him!" "Isn't that worthy of punishment?" "Shwey doesn't look ready to back down though." Sentiments shared by both spectators and participants, as Shwey seemed to surely be losing breath.

I'm fricking kill him. It'll prepare me. Bring me ever closer to…, thought Couch, before seemingly being interrupted by a female voice from behind him saying, "That's enough."

"WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!!" He yelled in rage, turning to where the voice came from.

His anger quickly turned to shock, as he saw were mirages of two Torrerians, similar in appearance to him, but wearing more feminine apparel, looking at him with sadness in their eyes.

"You don't have to do this, Tortus,” said the woman. "Brother Tortus…,” said the girl, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mother…Téa…,” said Couch, as he dissolved the pincer, dropping onto the floor a likely unconscious Shwey.

Couch then dropped to his knees, trying to rationalize what he had just seen, but no such came to his mind, still in a shocked state.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" He cried out in psychological agony.

He placed his head in his hands and began weeping.

Everyone watched on, confused as they had not viewed that interaction. Those who knew just kept silent, having mixed feelings about Couch.

"The winner of this fight is…Couch Potato…” Dgiag would announce soberly, all as Couch carried on in tears…

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