The yeti, frothing with fury, roared as it swung its massive arms, obliterating every Olorun afterimage in a violent flurry of swipes and ground-shattering punches. Snow burst in every direction, the air filled with ice dust and remnants of motion echoes.
Meanwhile, the real Olorun was crouched beside a half-buried Chiyo, gently brushing snow off her face. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy but burning with stubborn life.
"Chiyo, hey—" he said, voice low for once. "You okay?"
Chiyo gave a weak smirk, raising a trembling thumb. "Psh… it's gonna take more than a walking snow carpet to take me out…"
"Yeah? Well…" Olorun frowned, noticing the crimson dribble sliding down her chin. "That's a lot of blood coming outta your mouth." He wiped it with his sleeve, trying to be gentle but rough around the edges. "Gross."
He scooped her up carefully, trying to avoid her wounds. "You gotta stop letting walking blizzards body-slam you, y'know."
Just then—
CRACK—BOOM!
The last clone vanished in a puff of frost. The yeti turned toward them, its mouth glowing with building energy—ice and plasma swirling between jagged teeth.
Olorun's eyes widened. "Ah, shit."
Chiyo felt the heat from the glow, her body shivering. "This is it, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Olorun said quietly, tightening his grip on her. "Seems like it."
There was a long pause, snow falling slowly around them as the light in the yeti's throat intensified.
Chiyo let out a dry laugh. "I can't believe I'm saying this… but I'm glad I met you guys."
Olorun looked down at her and smiled—not his usual cheeky grin, but a real, soft one.
"…I'm glad I met you too."
Both closed their eyes.
Then—
"You big stupid yeti, don't kill her!!" Mr. Red shouted suddenly.
The yeti halted, confused.
"Alright, that's it!!" Miss Red growled, her voice sharp and furious.
Before the beast could react, a rock smacked it right in the eye.
"GRAAAUUUUGHH!!" it reeled back in pain, stumbling and snarling.
Everyone turned.
On a snow-covered ledge stood Timmy, shaking, eyes wide, face pale—but arms up.
"H-Hey!! Come and get me, Mr. Yeti!" he shouted, voice cracking.
The yeti's fury snapped into focus. Its eyes flared with primal rage. It turned, snorted, and charged toward the tiny figure at full speed, claws tearing through snowdrifts.
Timmy's eyes bugged out. "AHHHH!!"
He turned and ran, legs kicking up snow as fast as his little feet could carry him.
Olorun blinked, stunned. "…Did he just—?"
Chiyo, still weak, chuckled softly. "That idiot's gonna get himself killed…"
As Olorun shifted to chase after Timmy, a crimson flash lit the snow-covered air—boom! Miss Red and Mr. Red teleported right in front of them, blocking their path with devilish grins.
Miss Red crossed her arms and smirked. "And where do you think you're going?"
Mr. Red leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowed. "Yeah, sorry—it's our turn now."
Olorun clicked his tongue, annoyed. "Man… you two are really starting to piss me off."
Chiyo, blood still drying on her lips, cracked her knuckles. "Yeh. Me too."
Meanwhile:
Timmy bolted through the snow, feet flailing, arms pumping wildly. The yeti behind him let out a war cry and launched a volley of jagged ice crystals that shot through the air like missiles. Timmy barely dodged, one shard slicing his leafy hood.
"SOMEONE HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!" Timmy screamed, pure panic in his voice.
Just as the yeti reared up to crush him—its massive claw just one inch away—
A boot slammed into the yeti's jaw, sending its face snapping sideways in a whiplash. It roared and spun around—only to get slashed across the back by something too fast to see.
"RRRAAARGH!!" The beast flailed, striking at nothing but air.
SPLOOSH! Ink splattered across its thick white hide—smoking on contact. The yeti stumbled backward in confusion, shaking off the attack.
Timmy turned around, blinking in disbelief. Three figures stood on the snow-covered ridge.
"ELEO! TONY! KENJI!" Timmy shouted, voice cracking again. "You saved me!"
Eleo flashed a big dumb grin. "Of course we did, Timmy! You looked like a snowball with legs out there!"
Kenji had already stepped forward, fists clenched—but then he staggered slightly, hand pressing against his chest. A grimace crossed his face.
Tony tilted his head toward him, smirking with that usual dry edge in his voice.
"Ooooh—Kenji… chest acting up again? You might want to sit this one out, steel boy."
Kenji nodded, breathing tight. "Yeah… alright."
Timmy hopped onto his head like it was nothing. "Kenji! You okay?!"
Kenji cracked a faint smile and ruffled Timmy's head with a single finger. "Yeah. Just a little pain. I'm good." He walked slowly toward a tree and sat down, back straight, eyes forward—always alert.
Meanwhile, Eleo and Tony stepped forward toward the yeti, standing side by side.
Eleo scratched his head. "Man… this is giving me flashbacks to that weird plant monster…"
Tony chuckled darkly. "Heh. At least this one doesn't have some edgy guy controlling it… or an entire cult army, yet."
Eleo made a face, eyes narrowing slightly. "Mmmmmm… yeah. Let's hope not."
Without warning, the yeti let out a monstrous bellow and charged—ice cracking beneath each stomp. It lunged and slammed its fist into the ground with an earth-shattering boom, creating a wide shockwave of ice and snow.
Eleo flipped to the left midair, still smiling.
Tony zipped to the right in a blur, licking his lipless teeth. "Heeheehee… finally! A little fun in the frost."
Eleo's feet dug into the frozen earth, his face twisted into a wild grin. "ALRIGHT, BIG GUY—YOU'RE GETTING THE FULL WORKS!" He charged head-on, fists dripping with dark, sloshing ink that steamed against the cold.
"INK BARRAGE!!" Eleo roared.
His arms blurred—bam-bam-bam-bam!—as dozens of inky fists slammed into the yeti's gut and chest. Each strike left a sizzling splatter of black that hissed on impact. The beast reeled, caught off guard by the relentless flurry.
Tony appeared in a sudden blur of bones, slamming his open skeletal palm straight into the yeti's chest like a piston. "Hate to interrupt the mess, but move over, I want in too." A ripple of force burst out from the point of impact, fracturing ice behind the beast.
The yeti roared in fury, slamming both arms down—GRAB!—catching Eleo and Tony in its grasp mid-attack. With a savage scream, it swung them like rag dolls and smashed them together—CRUNCH!—the sound of force meeting bone echoed across the mountainside.
But neither stayed down.
Eleo coughed ink, eyes spinning briefly. "Ughhh… you hit like a mountain... but I've been hit by trees!" He ripped himself free, flipping backward out of its hand.
Tony's bones cracked unnaturally as he snapped free with a squirm, twisting midair like a spider. "Rude. Don't grab me unless you're buying dinner first," he said, landing on one foot.
With no hesitation, Eleo jumped off a patch of ink—landing square on Tony's shoulders. "Gimmie a boost!"
Tony's knees coiled, and he launched Eleo skyward with explosive power. "Go get 'im, paintball!"
"INK FIST!!" Eleo screamed midair, coating his entire right arm in spiraling black ink.
He came down like a meteor—fist slamming straight into the yeti's face. BOOM!! The shockwave blasted snow for miles. The yeti's head snapped back, its legs skidding through the ice.
Tony shot in low. "Let's take a leg for a dance!"
With a twisting spin, he smashed his heel against the beast's left knee, followed by an upward crescent kick to the ankle. The yeti staggered—and Eleo landed beside him, eyes burning.
"Time for the big one!"
A massive black weapon burst out of his back—INK HAMMER! Its weight bent the wind around it.
"YOU'RE GONNA NAP FOR A WEEK AFTER THIS!!" Eleo yelled.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Over and over, the ink hammer came crashing down on the yeti's skull, cracking ice, forcing it lower and lower into the snow. Each blow dented the mountain's calm with violent force, until finally—
THWAM!!!
The final strike hit home like thunder, forcing the beast's knees to buckle. Its arms lay slack, breath ragged. Only its head remained mobile, twitching and snarling—but its body was locked under a layer of frozen ink and impact.
Tony casually dusted off one bony shoulder. "Well, I'm full. That was a satisfying crunch."
Kenji pumped a fist from the tree. "YES!! You did it!"
Timmy jumped in place on his head. "LET'S GOOOOO!!"
Eleo, panting and covered in sweat and ink, raised one hand with a cheesy grin. "Wow… that felt good. Like… punch therapy."
Tony chuckled, turning serious for just a moment. "Yeah, but uh…" His blank face tilted toward the horizon. "Where the hell are Olorun and Chiyo?"
Meanwhile part 3:
Mr. Red smirked, his grin crooked like a broken zipper. "Heh... I'll take Mr. Dreadhead over here," he said with a sharp nod toward Olorun, cracking his knuckles slowly with exaggerated flair.
Miss Red's eyes gleamed with sinister playfulness. "And that leaves Lil Chiyo for me. Let's see if she's got more bite than bark."
Olorun narrowed his eyes and leaned slightly toward Chiyo. "Alright. I'll fight the girl—"
Chiyo gut-punched Olorun hard enough to make him wince and double over. "Idiot! They already chose for us! Don't be stubborn now!"
Olorun coughed and held his side. "Alright, alright... jeez... let's just fight."
Mr. Red let out a low chuckle. "Ohh, I can't wait to smear that smug look off your—"
Suddenly, both Mr. Red and Miss Red froze mid-step.
A low humming filled the air. A glowing red magic circle began to spin violently beneath their feet, runes flaring to life.
Mr. Red looked down, face dropping. "Uh-oh."
Miss Red hissed through her teeth. "Shit... We're being pulled back already?!"
The circle grew brighter—red light engulfing them from foot to neck.
Mr. Red groaned, flicking his coat collar as the spell surged up his body. "This was just getting fun...!"
Olorun took a step forward. "What the fu—"