He stood calm and looked at her coldly. In both his hands where two ice whips, he held them tensely, knowing how unpredictable she was. "Wasn't that the reason I liked her at first..." A stray thought popped into his mind but was instantly wiped away.
His eyes were full of icy malice, they flared up like electricity mixed with water, a deadly combination.
His demonic scarf gently swayed with the light breeze, and occasionally he felt it pass his armour, as if checking it was still securely on. The shark plated armour had been fashioned by the best water smith he could find, he had paid a great deal for it, almost half of what he had.
His trousers were specially ice lined, at the bottom the ice peaked out of the inside and had created flame like images on the bottoms.
His mouth was covered, but if you could see it you would instantly notice its watery blueish hue.
Their last battle had been a draw, but this time he knew he would win, for she held only one whip and he held two.
