Simple Target Practice....?

It seemed to be a barren wasteland, nothing but ankle deep snow, and small hills of ice. Other than the light snow that fluttered down from the sky, nothing seemed to be going on...

A perfect spot for target practice.

Tyson stood in the middle of this feild, arms crossed as if he contemplated something that had bothered him for a while, though in truth he was fine. The snowflakes that fell seemed to revolve around him as they fell, slowly, but still noticeable. Other than the wind that blew, everything was silent.

Tyson tapped an earpiece on his left ear and spoke. "Zetski, start the program for Wall Jump Practice 3". And as soon as he spoke those words, the ground began to shake...

Through a region currently experiencing heavier snowfall, off to the northwest, a pink-furred figure obscured in snow-white clothes took pawstep by careful pawstep through the snow, heading for the region where the air looked clearer.

This figure kept up a fair pace, despite looking rather bloated by the snowstorm-weathering clothing.  However, even as it drew closer to the edge of the heavy precipitation, its step slowed...a few times it trembled, stumbling a few steps on the brink of falling - but then this hidden traveler caught sight of another figure, a blue one, and turned towards him, hurrying now in an act of desperation to reach someone.  This carried the shrouded wanderer so well that not even the earthly vibrations could stop its course.

Before the figure chould even reach Tyson, walls of ice formed a sort of a hexagon around him. About a diamater of 20 feet, it was easy to wall jump, besides the slippery ice that covered it...

And the multiple stun traps.


The figure that had been in pursuit of Tyson was stopped a few feet behind the walls that had erupted from the ground, leaving room for two options: Look for entrances in the walls, or turn the other way. 

Meanwhile, inside the walls, there were few latching spots where he could hold on. But there were several geometric shapes of traps that were suspended in mid air, blocking his way.

This will be a challenge...

Noting that the snow had mostly petered out and given way to occasional but rarer flakes, the figure meanwhile failed to notice the ice walls, bumping into them and falling back after running into the solid object face-first.  After shaking its head, the figure reached up, drawing back the hood which had obscured its head during the snowstorm travel.

Vulpine ears and muzzle stuck out the most, while the feminine face's gold eyes blinked repeatedly and quickly.  "...wha...?"  Slowly rising to her shoe-covered paws, the vixen tapped on the icy wall with a mitten-covered paw.  Tilting her head one way, then the other, the fox looked at the ice from several different angles.  "...hm..."  Walking around the hexagon, she squinted, trying to see the figure within and what he was doing.

The vixen saw a few cracks through the ice, not enough to break through, but just enough to get a view of what happened inside.

Inside the wall, Tyson started to wall jump from multiple sides, carefully avoiding the traps, latching on to cracks when he needed to. He was going at a fairly slow pace, but he hasn't been hit yet...

She tapped at the wall, though she also peered inside with golden eyes about as often as she spent poking at the ice barrier.  She pulled back a paw after removing the glove...and glanced at it, not sure if she wanted to continue what she was planning.

Eventually, sighing, she removed the heavy bundles, revealing short, light blue clothing that contrasted with her pink fur, then put a paw right on the ice, pushing and testing it.

The walls seemed steady enough, besides the slight movements whenever Tyson jumped off of one. Though if given enough strength, one of the walls could tip over. It wouldn't break, though the vixen never knew that, but surely it would fall. She just had to find the right moment, the one second where Tyson would latch on to the wall...

Grumbling, the fox pushed on one briefly...then watched his timing as he continued ricocheting between the walls.  Taking breaths and counting mentally, she took a few steps back, still carefully tracking his movements.  '...one...two...three...ready...go!'  Just prior to the figure in the ice bouncing off the wall which the vixen stood near (but safely away from), the air pressure in an area about 25~ ft. radius perceptibly dropped, among other things starting to destabilize the ice wall.  The vixen, for her part, shuddered as this happened...

And just as it was predicted, the wall that the vixen had pushed began to fall backwards, luckily not in her way. Tyson latched on to the opposite wall and watched in shock of the ice wall that had fallen. He looked down onto the vixen near the fallen ice and tilted his head in question, thinking, Did that fox do that...?

Blinking repeatedly, the pink fox took a few more steps back...uncertain, she looked up at the other vulpine.  Surely he had some intimate connection to this strange ice construction, but...what exactly was anyone's guess.  "...um..."  Once more she blinked, then focused gold eyes on his, demurely and shyly waving to him.  "...hiya?"

"Uh.. hey there?"

Tyson stayed silent for a moment, and decided to ask questions.

"Your name?"

Tilting her head, she continued watching the other fox, admittedly still appearing fairly introverted about the whole matter.  "...um...Rebecca.  Who are you?"  Now she approached, skidding only slightly on the fallen ice wall as she approached him.

Watching the ice-blue fox, the pink one eventually reached reaching distance, by which time she'd answered him and continued the exchange:
"My mentor sent me out this way...and your being here has something to do with these ice walls and the spinning things in the air?"

Her gold eyes briefly flickered over to the trap, before settling back on him.  "So...a training kind of thing?"  Blinking once or twice again, she then touched her three tails to the snow, trying to take deep breaths.

Tyson nodded in agreement, and jammed one of his frost khopesh into the ice wall. He then used it's hilt to jump off the ledge through a ring of stun traps, and landed on the other ledge. He then thrusted his hand outwards facing his jammed khopesh, and it slid out of the ice, and into Tyson's grip.

"After this, Zetski should start up the target practice."

The vixen blinked again, several times... '...seen powers kind of like that before...but nothing quite like that...'  "Um...how do you do that?  And what targets, Tyson?"  Concern very slightly appearing through her eyes, still she edged towards the nearest of the various things hovering in the air.

Tyson waved his left khopesh.

"Oh, these? They're called Dual Frost Khopesh. I forged them myself. Pure perma-ice. And about the targets?"

He then jabbed both of his khopesh in the ice wall, used them to catapult him to the tip of the opposite wall, grabbing a cyan and gray ring that balanced on it. The ice walls then started to shake.

"They should be spawning shortly. After these walls dissipate, of course. Don't worry, they don't crush you."

Rebecca watched him wave the blade.  "...forging ice...there's something supernatural going on here, right?"

Pushing herself off the wall, she partly-walked, partly-skidded over towards the opposite wall, heading towards Tyson's new position, waving her arms a bit for balance and barely avoiding crashing into the wall.  "The targets aren't dangerous, are they...?"  It didn't quite sound like it from what he said, but it was hard to tell...

"About the khopesh, I guess you could say it's supernatural. Oh, you might want to find a heap of snow to land on."

The walls then immediately started to dissolve, leaving Tyson and Rebecca to fall in the soft snow. Thankfully, Rebecca had landed on a heap of snow, which broke her fall. Tyson landed on flat ice, but he landed pretty well for dense ice.

Above the both of them, black and red diamonds of ice started to spawn about a few hundred feet in the air. They were closing in, quickly.

"And about those targets... they're not too dangerous, if you can withstand blasts of fire that takes about a quarter of your health. Need to run, or you're gonna help me break the targets?"

[I'd appreciate narrating my own actions, rather than having them narrated.  Even if you're in control of the snowfall.]

She stumbled back as the walls crumbled, and grumbled slightly while pulling her tails out of the cold, wet snow.  After a thorough shake, they'd lost most of the dampness, but the chill remained.  Though quietly, she groused, "...how does she stand this kind of weather...?"

Her golden glance rushed upwards when the other vulpine spoke next.  "Why so specific?  It's not like 'health' is a quantity...and yes, I'm staying."  Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she started to glow, her aura shimmering in a soft iridescent tone.  Reopening her eyes, she focused on the strange diamonds, holding both paws at ready in a fighting stance.

("...how does she stand this kind of weather...?" ...Um...Tyson is male... unless you're referring to Rebecca. And I understand completely about you narrating your own actions.)

"Alright then. Don't catch on fire!"

After stating that, pillars of ice began to rise from the ground in zigzag patterns, allowing him to wall jump on their sides, slashing at any targets that tried to knock him out of the sky, leaving Rebecca to her own strategy

[Rebecca is talking about someone else entirely, the person who sent her out here.]

Pulling a few similarly glowing tools out of thin air, the vixen also began climbing one of the towers.  As she climbed, she kept the other paw free as best she could, moving up to a distance that shouldn't hurt if she fell from...and, once in place, starting to aim at the diamonds.  Frequently she muttered words under her breath, since she was working now on transitioning out of speaking the attack names in order to focus them...and, with fair aim, started to throw gold bolts of energy at the targets.

Tyson had just landed on the top of a higher pillar, and looked down with about twenty targets racing up towards him. He chuckled and mumbled something in another language.

Then he said something aloud in English... "COBALT DISK!!"

After he shouted that command, he stood on one of his hands, and spun rapidly as his feet made a cobalt blue disk of perma-ice above him. With one last twist, his left foot glowed with cyan light and kicked the disk towards the targets, hitting them all in a semi-circular pattern. Tyson then stood up and caught the disk in his right hand, and observed Rebecca's point of view.