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Description: As one walks in, they will see that the arena is now a lot smaller than the previous one, seeming to be starting some type of pattern. Now, the fighting area is only 100 yards in diameter, the ground covered in two inches of snow over soiled ground underneath, and the temperatures being a cold 20 degrees Fahrenheit, despite the ceiling being open with the sun shining down. However, there is no sign of a designated platform, meaning the entire area is pretty much game. 25 yards from the stands each are 10 feet blocks of ice, designated at each corner of the arena, blocky with no definite shape, yet can be stood upon with the right footing. The blocks are so thick, however, that breaking them is not something of ease, or melting them. In the middle, with a diameter of 30 yards is a sitting pool of water iced over with a nice firm sheet of ice, the water underneath being 10 feet deep. However, if it takes too much stress, the ice can easily break.

Ten Count Boundary: The ten count starts as soon as someone goes over the twenty foot wall into the stands, or into the pool of water. If a person is already in a counted area and the other fighter enters in, the count is reset. If a person is being forced to stay in a counted area against their own will, for example, by being binded by an indirect attack (such as vines, tendrils, etc.), then the count stops. However, the count continues if a person is using their own body to keep the other fighter down AND have no part of their body inside the fighting zone (as well as being at least five yards away from the fighting zone). In this case, the count is being counted against both members.

Snow may not be having much of an audience, but the other fighter surely did. The masses were piled up in their stands with banners saying "Roja Rocks" and "Luche Libre Queen" being held up, cheers and other bustle spreading from her side as they awaited the arrival of their star. Although Roja no longer could go for first place, she still had a chance at the top three, and if it meant getting her face out there for the public to see, then so be it.

Snow may have been awaiting for Roja to come from the entrance, doing her cheers and grand entrance, but this will not be her runway into the arena. Instead, a loud scream erupts as the sliding of metal scrapes along concrete, something zooming fast down the steps in the stands. The cameras zoom in on this strange thing, distinguishing it as someone with red hair wearing snow goggles over her face, along with a skin tight black and red suit that those of the skating world usually wore to decrease wind resistance, hands gripping the edges of what looked to be a makeshift sled, sliding down the slope of the steps at a rapid speed.

"WAAAAHOOOOO!"

She was not stopping, the crowd going into a louder cheer at the spectacular entrance that their star was making. She was heading faster and faster to the edge until she finally goes flying out into the air.



"HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWWW!"

It appeared that the sled she was riding on was actually a folded up metal chair, taken from somewhere in the back before she arrived here. Moving her knees forward, the furniture made chair follows, acting as a shield as she flies at her opponent. If he was not too stunned to see her making an entrance such as this, he will see that she was about to come bashing into him like a car with a chair heading for his head and the rest of his upper body.

Roja was going at speeds well over 20 mph, so by the time Snow would have his sword come around to try to nick her, the girl would already be gone, sliding across the snowy ground as the speed decreases from the gathered friction, snow shooting up behind her. She was heading toward the icy pond in the middle of the arena, kneeling on the chair as it continues until it finally slides to a stop a few feet away from the iced over water. The luchadora grins, standing to her feet while bringing the metal chair up with her, holding it with her sole right hand as her left raises her goggles up to her forehead.

She turns around, looking toward Snow, who is a bit further away since she slid so far, examining her swordsman of an opponent. Instead of seeing her eyes, he will just see these white designs on Roja's mask that resembled eyes themselves, the wrestler looking through them at the fighter. Since her presence was known to him and everyone else, it was time for the fight to start.

Roja starts a slight jog toward Snow through the snow, having her left hand join in holding the chair to her right. It takes a few seconds before she is going into a full run at him, the chair ready as her own weapon. She could already picture herself bashing him over and over aside the head with her metal weapon, reminding her of her times in the ring at the wrestling federation.

As his ice charged through his swords, she charged up the tension within her muscles, ready to use the chair as a club. The snow crunching under the weight of her feet, she gets into a considerable range, then swings with all her might toward his body. Sword or not, she wanted to wack him with full force at his head, the two feet of chair having the flat back part of it being the part she is attacking with. She could tell he was some type of ice user by the way he was manipulating the element already, but she had a feeling fighting him in his own home field advantage was going to be easier than it looked. She was hoping that only her lucha libre skills will be enough to take him down, but if she had to, she will result to her other artillery.

The sound of the chair impacting into his body filled her ears with the song of battle, despite that he managed to block it, her feet slowing down as she comes from her run. She will be moving off to the left of him, though keeping her facing to Snow, so the blast of ice from his sword will miss her as it passes by. This time, she seems to toss the chair his way, leaps up into the air, and performs a spinning back left kick into the back of it to slam more force into his body, the crowd going wild upon seeing one of the usual moves Roja was famous for performing in the ring. They really were feeling more like they were at a wrestling venue than at a skating rink, Roja feeling the same way, too. Whether he would block the chair again or not wasn't the factor, because it was truly meant to create some distance between them.

Her foot presses into the chair, reaction coming from Snow in the form of him keeping up his defensive arm, while also taking a little knock back. That knock back, along with her landing onto the ground a half a second after executing the attack will place her out of the air before he would turn to counter attack, likely knocking the metal chair to the ground. At this time, her back will be sort of facing him with her head keeping turned to the left to watch him with her eyes.

His sword slash will have the luchadora turn her body completely to face him while leaning away and spreading her arms to give the sword no way in hitting her. But this will have her step back into the block of ice her opponent had his sword stuck in at the start of the match. Looking upwards as he does his retreat, she turns, bends her knees, and leaps up onto the shape of the ice block. With quick climbing, she manages to get to the top of the fairly platform-like part of the ice block, getting back into a crouch above as she looks below at her opponent.

Grinning as if she was a monkey who had escaped her prey, she brings her right hand up, fingers moving in a taunting manner at him until they grip into a solid fist, and raise upwards, aiming the fist toward the ice block. She does not yet punch downward, but you could tell she was setting up for a big one.

The effect his sword caused caught her attention in the form of her being curious, only guessing what other type of ice trick he was capable of. It had not come to mind yet that his name fit what he was capable of, but she was too busy thinking about the fun of the fight to really pay attention to it.

"It is going to take more than ice to..."

Then an excruciating pain touched into her back, having her scream as it poked her. It would not impale her body that easily, being that she was tough as nails in bodily toughness. But the sharpness down cause some bleeding upon impact. Standing to her feet while turning around to see the spikes, she would notice the block of ice that was about to hit into her. Popping the knuckles of her right fist as she squeezes it, she punches forward, smashing into the airborne block of ice, breaking it into many pieces with the impact force.

"YAR!"

But she was furious he did such a sneaky attack against her. Without wasting anymore time with playing around with him, she raises her right fist, and sends it downward into the top of the large block of ice she stood on, causing cracks to form down the structure as a rumble vibrates across the standing structure. The power she delivered continues to travel down the rock until it reached the ground, which then, the rumble ceased.