The entirety of this mory fused with Zavier's mind and beca one with his own consciousness.
As he stood before the impudent Shiranui, a dense white fla began to form in Zavier's right hand, it cackled lightning and at the sa ti, it had the unmistakable appearance of a glowing fla.
This was Zavier's first attempt at using Cold Blaze, and the young man enjoyed every bit of ti it spent on his palm. It was indeed a glorious sight to behold, both in sight and in spirit.
The intent of punishing Zavier, Shiranui who had been cruising at top speed towards Zavier skidded to a halt when she saw the strange brilliant white fla taking form in Zavier's hand. Shiranui who had been hell bent on attacking Zavier couldn't believe the strange sight.
With a serious look on her face, she searched for any signs of trickery or foul play. As she pondered her next move, she thought to herself;
"What in heaven's na is that!?"
She racked her brain, but no answers ca. There was nothing she could think of that justified Zavier having such an incredible power! If she had been even a second late, Shiranui knew that she would have been greeted by a blast of the strange fla.
Calista bolted up right as if she had witnessed a prophecy co true. Shock was written all over her. The look of astonishnt on her face was priceless
"Cold Blaze!? It can't be!"
Calista felt played. She thought Valarie had sothing to do with this new developnt so she turned sharply in the direction of Valarie to question her. But she was t with an equal degree of shock on her face as well.
With the way Valarie's mouth hung open in disbelief, it was evident that she was also as surprised as Calista. With no one to bla or take the glory for this new developnt, both won watched in awe as Zavier bubbled in the glory of the Cold Blaze.
The temperature dropped drastically. It was almost diabolic just how fast the pressure rose and how quickly the degree of coldness dropped. With every breath the students took, heavy vapor escaped their nostrils.
On every inch of all exposed skin, goose bumps ford as their bodies closed their sweat pores in order to prevent heat from escaping from their bodies.
The effect of Dahila's ice dragon only a few monts ago was still fresh in their mories, so none of them were exaggerating when they said Zavier's new power was actively causing a lot more trouble than Dahila's ice dragon from a few monts ago.
The difference in temperature was insane. Sohow, Zavier's Cold Blaze was even colder. It could be felt right down to the bone marrow. The cold was a terrible thing, but the utter astonishnt that was plastered on the faces of the students was a whole other thing.
Everyone, even the witty, bad-mouthed students were at a complete loss for words. They were seeing a whole other Zavier. Few of them knew about Cold Blaze, but all of them couldn't ignore its undeniable power.
Zavier's opponent was more disturbed than any other person present. Shiranui was forced to accept the fact that she had grossly underestimated Zavier.
She wasn't sure how he had co to be so powerful, all she knew was that she couldn't lose to him right now.
,m So, she dropped off her initial offish attitude and brought on her A-ga. She was determined to squash Zavier underneath her feet like an annoying bug.
Shiranui assud her battle stance and whipped out her iconic red fan. Dancing like the mythical sirens on the surface of the deep waters, Shiranui gracefully waved her fan about in brief sporadic movents.
As she did so, dozens of black fireballs shot at Zavier. They whizzed through the air and headed straight towards Zavier with insidious fury.
The young man did not flinch. Not even attempting to dodge, Zavier waited for them to co close to him. At the last second, just as they enclosed in on him, Zavier lifted his right hand towards the swarm of black fireballs and shot out the strange white flas.
Students and teachers, all feasted their eyes hungrily on the battle before them. No one really knew what the repercussion of Zavier's counter would be.
Everyone half expected his white fla to deflect or at the very least, block Shiranui's terrible black fla. But they were shocked by what happened next.
Like a battle scene from their favorite comic books, everyone watched with a horrid expression on their faces as Zavier's brilliant white fla devoured the attacking Black Flas!
It was a real joy to see! It was almost as though Zavier's Cold Blaze was feeding off of Shiranui's black flas.
As his flas effortlessly swallowed up Shiranui's black flas, to his surprise he discovered that with each passing mont, his white fla was actively increasing in size and in magnitude.
He marveled, it was indeed true that his Cold Blaze had feasted on the energy of Shiranui's black flas and used them as sustenance. Zavier was thrilled. Shiranui was not.
For the second ti in a row, Shiranui found herself being shocked by Zavier. She wasn't a fan of this particular gambit. She tried to wrap her head around what was going on, but the whole scenario was way out of her league.
Outgunned and outmaneuvered, Shiranui was getting livid. She felt like she was being backed into a corner.
Every victory that she acceded to Zavier made her feel like like she was headed towards the edge of a cliff. This wasn't a feeling that she had ever felt, not in a long ti. Shiranui always played the role of predator in every battle, she had never encountered this before.
Shiranui spent her life thinking that her Black Fla was the king of flas.. And yet, before her eyes, like a sick joke, her fla had been devoured whole by another kind of fla. It was the polar opposite of what was supposed to happen.
The oppressive chill in the air suppressed her further.
"What exactly is happening!?"
The bewildered Shiranui thought to herself as she examined and reexamined her current situation.
"My Black Fla typically raises the temperature in any environnt, how is it that I am affected by this strange cold fla??"
Shiranui's skimpy dress didn't help her case at all. Because she was dressed in an attire that exposed a good portion of her thighs, breasts and limbs, Shiranui found herself battling to keep out the excess cold from freezing her over.
There was no way she could have anticipated that such a biting cold would overwhelm her. She was already starting to feel the numbness in her legs and limbs. A thick fog of vapor was threatening to render her visibility invalid.
The whole atmosphere and environnt of the battle ground had changed, but it wasn't to her advantage in any way.
Nadia's eyes never left the battle.
She was so stunned that she had been rendered static by the new developnt. It was particularly hard for her to digest this because she had known Zavier for such a long ti now, so she had grown used to seeing him in a certain way.
Nadia had never looked down on Zavier, but it still ca as a shock to her when she saw Zavier manifest such an interesting magical attribute. The whole thing was both exciting, fascinating and scary! She was glad for him.
A new found admiration for Zavier flooded through Nadia's young heart.
Shiranui was as stubborn as she was skillful. Despite the glaring gap between the ferocity of their flas, she refused to give up.
In fact, defeat was the farthest thing from what she was actively considering at the mont. Her flas had failed to deliver the harm she hand intended for Zavier, so she kicked it up a notch and converted her fan into a black katana.
Glaring at Zavier with hate that was tinged with fear, she repeated the move she had displayed in the fight with Dahila earlier on.
Skillfully, she swung the gleaming black blade in the air, the blade responded to her wrath and furiously dove right at Zavier.
Zavier maintained an impressive calm in the face of danger. He made no move to evade the storm coming his way, instead he did sothing that surprised everyone. The liquid form of Cold Blaze quickly morphed into the impressive form of a solid sword.
Zavier heard the students gasp all around him as he transford Cold Blaze into a sword, and like an expert swordsman, he spun his glowing white sword in an arc and easily parried her attack. The blade shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces.
This ti, Zavier didn't allow her the luxury of enjoying a mont to take it all in. He seized the initiative and lunged at the now defenseless Shiranui with calculated aggression.
Shiranui was used to Zavier playing the role of the cool calm guy playing defense. So Zavier's sudden aggressive tactics caught her off guard completely. Just as Zavier had anticipated, she had no way to counter or defend his attack.
She struck out his sword deliberately aiming for a vital spot, she was quick on her feet so she dodged.
She moved like the wind as Zavier slashed and slashed at her all across the battleground. Shiranui was faced with the crushing reality that if Zavier truly wanted to finish her off in that mont, he would have done that already.
She sensed he was toying with her and pushing her to her limits because he had her cornered. Shiranui realized all of this quickly, but it didn't an that she could do anything about it. Zavier had destroyed her strength, and like a chess master, he was toying with her.
Shiranui was forced to stay on the defense. She was lucky she had her speed and agility, else it would have been over for her a long ti ago.
"Damn you Zavier!"
She cursed in frustration.
But Zavier wasn't paying attention. He had been studying her footwork and movents carefully so his next attack struck ho.
"Arghh!!"
Shiranui scread like a tigress whose tail had been cut. There was no blood, there was no pain.
Zavier had delivered a different kind of attack that enraged the already riled Shiranui. Without the others noticing, Zavier had deftly placed his hand between her thick luscious thighs and rubbed the thick folds of her vulva. Zavier smiled. It turned out he had been right after all.
"Shiranui you naughty girl…" He whispered to her as they fought;
"You really aren't wearing any panties…"
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