Gamond glared down at Poppy with burning blue eyes, her mere gaze freezing the ground into deep blue ice. Poppy struggled to look up at the towering Gamond, but still replied with a cheeky grin, followed by a gargle of blood and strange magic.
Not a single fraction of a second had passed before the two exploded into action again. Gamond wasn't interested in listening to Poppy at all and just wanted her dead, frozen, and buried beneath layers upon layers of ice.
Temperature already dropped far enough that metal would crack and crumble, and yet, Poppy looked nearly unfazed by it. It was quite strange, ironic maybe. There are only two Pricolici in the entire universe, Arad and Poppy, and Gamond had now fought them both.
Like before, Gamond attempted to kick Poppy in the face and shatter her body, but to her surprise, the little thing managed to move and somewhat dodge. She had jumped, laid one hand on Gamond's leg, and leaped over it.
