Summer was trying, and failing, to ignore the whispers about her that were flying about the arena as the battle between Hesha Zlackthor of 3.A and Goblitz Garradon of 3.C raged on.

Winter watched her, frowning slightly, as he noticed her gritting her teeth. He glanced around and realised that people were whispering and murmuring amongst one another, shooting an occasional glance at Summer. Winter's frown deepened.

He slid close to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asked, tone worried. Summer flinched and immediately shrugged Winter's hand off, before sliding away from him, shivering. Winter blinked gently at her and gave a half-smile, then turned his attention back to the battle.

Summer gave a small sneeze which she muffled with her hand. Winter's touch had nearly chilled her to the core. It had been freezing cold.

Summer sighed, now regretting her choice to battle Winter. No doubt she would lose. He was too cold for her liking. "Aren't you cold?" Summer asked quietly, wrapping her jacket tightly around her. Winter glanced at her and shrugged.

"Not really..." he replied.

Summer frowned. He wasn't cold? She studied his weird armour. Maybe it was because he had that on. Metal is a good conductor of heat. Perhaps heat was trapped inside his armour, which was why he didn't feel cold.

Summer shook her head. That couldn't be right. If heat was trapped in his armour, warmth should be radiating from Winter instead of coldness. Strange... Summer mused, eyeing the metallic clothing. There's obviously more to it than the eye can see.

"The winner is Hesha Zlackthor of 3.A! Alright everyone, it's time for the battle you've all been waiting for! The last battle of the day!" Mr Clarke announced cheerfully, snapping Summer from her daze.

Applause and cheering met his words. "For the finale, we have Summer Solveg of 3.S versus Winter Wolfenstrike of 3.S! Competitors, please enter the field," Mr Clarke went on, doing small jumps on the spot like a child. Mdm Justifer smacked his head, frowning with disapproval.

Winter and Summer glanced at each other, then simultaneously jumped down onto the battle field. Winter stood at the other end of the arena and smiled at Summer. Her response was a low growl and the unsheathing of her flamesword.

She pulled her mask back over her face. Winter shoved his hands into a hidden pocket and took out some gloves. He pulled them on and clenched his fists. The girls in the arena went 'ooh!'

Is Winter a melee-type? Summer wondered. Then his strength must be above average. I better be careful.

Mr Clarke glanced at Winter, looking faintly confused. Then he shook his head. "Alright, the battle will begin. Weapons up, power charged, FIGHT!" Summer immediately charged at Winter, her blade bursting into flames. She took a running leap and swung her flaming blade down on him. And it came into contact with something hard yet shiny. Cold.

Summer's eyes widened and she gasped, landing lightly on the ground and jumping back, not believing her eyes. In front of her, defending Winter, was a massive spear made of ice. Winter smiled at her, and suddenly more ice weapons appeared, till he was surrounded by countless of swords, axes, spears and some daggers.

Winter spread his arms wide in a gesture. "This," he said, still smiling. "Is my Ice Craft." Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd once more. Summer told herself not to be fooled.

"Since they're made of ice," she said, then ran at the weapons, increasing the heat intensity of her flames to max. "I can just melt them!"

Her burning sword crashed down on one of the weapons, but nothing happened. Summer landed back on the ground and backed off, stunned. Her flames had no effect. She had expected the weapon to break apart.

Winter chuckled. "Confused, aren't you?" He said, smiling teasingly. Summer grinded her teeth and launched at Winter again, focused on using brute force to push past his defenses.

Winter's weapons blocked her heavy attacks as she slashed and swung, her frustration mounting. Why won't the ice melt?! Summer screamed mentally in her head. Then she heard a swish and crack, and turned around to see an ice sword flying straight at her.

Summer dodged and missed the blade by a hair's breadth. She jumped back, panting and gasping. Winter's weapons circled him slowly like a barrier. A barrier which could attack and counter.

This is bad, Summer thought, feeling a spark of anxiety flare in her chest. I'm going to lose...

No! Summer mentally slapped her face. Stay focused Summer. I can do this! I can't discourage myself. She raised her sword into the air and summoned an oil storm to rain down on Winter. The boy glanced up, saw the oil, and immediately erected an ice dome around him. Summer couldn't see past the ice dome, and she couldn't get to it too as Winter's weapons were still flying around.

The flaming oil came into contact with the ice dome, and to Summer's surprise, froze over. The dome gradually grew bigger and thicker as more oil rained on it. Summer quickly called her oil storm to a stop, her eyes widening as the ice dome crumbled and Winter appeared unscathed.

Impossible... Summer thought, taking a step back. Gasps of astonishment echoed her thoughts. Winter raised a hand and his weapons lurched forward towards Summer, cutting through the air at breakneck speed.

Summer only had enough time to raise a firewall before the weapons crashed into her. She saw her firewall shake as weapons barraged into it, and there was a crack. Summer gulped and stared as her wall trembled. Winter was hurling more weapons at it, trying to break it.

Then he grabbed a spear and ran towards the wall. Summer gasped as her firewall blew apart, and Winter broke through, his eyes flashing. Summer was thrown to the ground as flaming rocks flew everywhere.

She panted and was about to rise to her feet when Winter stabbed his spear into the ground near Summer's head, a warning telling her not to get up. He snapped his fingers, and more weapons were embedded into the ground, surrounding Summer.

Summer froze, and her eyes met Winter's, round with terror. The cold wafting from the weapons was getting unbearable. She shifted nervously, and Winter stabbed another weapon, a sword this time, near her waist. He glanced up, and like as if a trigger had been pulled, the whole arena burst into an uproar.

Winter had won, even without the announcement of victory.

Summer, the Unbeatable Queen, had finally been defeated.