Breach the Ice!

The ice lance slammed into Wrock, it spun like a drill into his arms. His flames failing to protect him entirely as his arms were nearly being shredded by the lance. An explosion of ice happened a moment later an encompassed Wrock entirely.

Intel lowered her spear of ice, "Most would try to fight my ice with flames much like you. At least you were smart enough to not burn it away. Now. . ."

Turning towards Akiol she tapped the ground with her spear, ice spread at an incredible speed across the entire Arena. Ying raised an eyebrow but immediately halted her attacks and jumped into the air.

Akiol watched the ice approach with a frown. His eyes snapped towards Intel and he quickly scanned the surroundings. After a split second he understood, "I'll do my best then."

Leaping upwards he twisted Stars with his wrist. Swinging towards the ice he carved into the approaching wave!

{Origami Style: Hundred-Fold}!

A series of slashes spread across the ice and cut it into even parts. Akiol landed on a bit of mana he gathered and leapt towards Ying. Raising her batons she prepared to guard herself, "Fighting in air without a form of flight?! Are you crazy?"

Swinging towards he guard he felt their weapons clash. Summoning a bit of Aura around Stars he pushed forward!

{Cataclysm Technique: Hurricane}!

Ying flew back, but before she even traveled a meter she turned into a dissipating shadow! Appearing above Akiol she swung with her batons and smacked him towards the ground! Flipping through the air he landed on his feet and immediately jumped back, an ice spear almost scraping his throat.

Frost collected at his neck, limiting his movement. Intel looked over casually, "You don't have flames, I can tell that much."

Akiol slid across the ice surface, the Arena turned into a frozen wasteland thanks to Intel's frightening ability. However thanks to Akiol's previous move the surface of the ice was mostly slashed up and uneven, granting a bit of friction. His feet dug into the ice and he swung upwards, clashing with a descending Ying!

{Cataclysm Style: Eruption}!

"Woah!"

Ying was sent flying into the air, but once again turned into a dissipating shadow. She reappeared by Intel while spinning her batons, "Thanks for the backup!"

"Let's finish these, I rendered the Pugilist immobile."

"So we're speeding things up?"

"Not quite, save that for future matches."

"Yes ma'am!"

Intel's eyes narrowed, "However it seems like he has a method to deal with the frost."

Akiol's body had long since recycled the unusable slime. Absorbing it and turning it into usable slime was easy. But as Akiol continued to fight he realized the temperature was continuing to drop in the Arena. At this rate his body's recycling ability won't be able to save him from completely freezing.

'No, that's not the biggest problem. I'm not sure how I can deal with these two.', Akiol thought to himself.

Ying's strange shadow ability wasn't easy to deal with. He wasn't sure if the damage he dealt before it appeared was transmitting or not. If he was hitting nothing but clones this entire time. . .

A crackling sound came from beneath him. Looking down he noticed the ice slowly forming and rising. Then in a split second shoot upwards to consume him. Pointing Stars he shouted, "[Repulse]!"

The ice around him was completely destroyed, but that brought only momentary relief. The fact that Intel was capable of manipulating the ice she created meant the entire Arena was her domain!

A moment of insight appeared, "So this is the true meaning behind Frozen Palace."

That meant his current target should be the ice. Raising Stars he stabbed the ground, flickers of Aura expanded around him. Intel frowned before warning, "Get to the skies, I have to make sure the Pugilist is still contained."

"What's going on?", Ying asked while retreating to upwards.

"He's-"

The ground rumbled violently. It began to shake at an incredible speed, breaking apart the ice on the ground!

{Cataclysm Style: Earthquake}!

Ying frowned, "I'll stop him, join me once you make sure that Pugilist can't move!"

Akiol pulled out Stars from the ground and lifted it. With that move he bought a few more seconds!

There was no way he was going to last in a twin assault from Ying and Intel. He needed to create some opening to finish one of them off with a single strike. That would be his best bet!

Akiol's confidence wavered for a moment, 'I can say all that, but how am I supposed to manage it? A single strike? There's no way!'