A loud snap rang in Theodor's ears. His brain only had a second to registers that he was alone before he was thrown down the street. His skin scrapped against the pavement leaving bloody gashes along his face, and all over his hands.

He threw himself to his feet, adrenaline rushing throw his veins. Back where the others once stood, a giant plant had sprouted. Its leaves were as wide as a person and one had grown close to Theodor. He knew that it was the plant that had thrown him, and that Berstuk commanded it but he didn't know where the god was. He had disappeared without a trace. Every slight city sound made him jump, thinking it was Berstuk.

He quickly glanced at him hands, he could hardly move them because of the pain. His eyes became pure white when his hands became frost covered. His vision blurred slightly, but it was hardly noticeable; it was worth it for the pain relief.

As he stared at his hands he heard a faint hissing, followed by a slither. His muscles tightened, and he could feel his heart pounding. He looked around frantically, but he saw nothing. The noises continued, much louder than before. He wanted to run as far away as possible, but it felt like something was stopping him.

He heard the hiss, loud and clear, from behind. When he whipped his head around he saw a large yellow, and black snake. It seemed angry and upset as it hunted Theodor down.

In a panic, Theodor froze the snake's body and watched it struggle though blurred eyes. As he stared at the pitiful creature he felt something wrap around his neck. Theodor was hoisted into the air and chocked by what felt like a plant of some sort. He desperately clawed at plant, but it wouldn't budge.

"Tell me, Hodr, what caused you to take advantage of this poor boy?" Berstuk said in a mocking tone as he waltzed up to Theodor from a nearby ally.

He barely managed a squeak as the plant tightened its grip.

"Pitiful," he muttered. "I thought you would have been a challenge."

Theodor forced his head down to stare at the plant. The plant became frost covered and dead looking. Surprised, Berstuk stood with his hands held out ready to attack the boy. Soon the plant began to give off a silver mist and cracks raced along it. Theodor, on the verge of unconscious, kicked the plant. It shattered into tiny pieces, and dropped him to the ground.

He ripped the rest of the plant off his neck and sat there, gasping for air. A small smile pulled on Berstuk's face. He brought his palms up to face the sky and then raised them up like they were tearing through air. Theodor heard the concrete cracking and being thrown aside by giant, unearthly plants.

He tried to make out the plants but all he saw was a pale green smudge, that was barely discernible from the rest of the colorful blobs. He started panicking as the green moving, quickly, in who knows what direction.

He panicked and searched desperately for Berstuk, or at least for where he saw him last. His eyes eventually settled on a blur that didn't fit in with the blurs around it. Sharp icicles suddenly launched from the ground towards Berstuk. The ground underneath the two and plants poured out with no sign of stopping.

The plants under Berstuk started climbing up each other and formed a wall of sorts that blocked the icicles before they could hurt him, the plants under Theodor began wrapping around him. He struggled, and tried to cry out, as the plants wrapped around his arms and legs. They started pulling on him, trying to tear him limbs out of his sockets.

He screamed in pain when his leg made an awful popping sound, it went numb but the plants still pulled on it. By now he had lost all his sight, the world was reduced to a pure white film over his eyes. His wrists and ankles started dripping blood from the stress.

As he screamed and cried Berstuk commanded another plant to grow. This one raised itself high above Theodor then plunged into the boy's side. It skidded across the side of his chest, only tearing skin and muscle. All the plants recoiled, dropped, and left him bleeding out in the middle of the street.

"You'll never be forgiven, Hodr, just as you'll never stop me. The Concord is failing. More and more gods are growing to hate them. You and I both know they won't last forever," Berstuk stated.

Theodor started to feel a burning hatred boiling in his gut, it was undoubtedly Hodr's anger and regret feeding into him. Every fiber of his being flamed with rage as Berstuk mocked and scolded him.

"The boy's blood is on your hand hands, Hodr. You dragged him into this, and now you can't drag him out."

Frost began to speck his face and hands to the point where you could hardly see his freckles. The blood pouring out of him changed from lukewarm to freezing cold. Despite his skin feeling like ice Hodr anger burnt strong and clawed at his skin, demanding to be let out.

"You're utterly useless. Now if you'll excuse me I have other matters to attend to." He turned around and began walked down the empty street. That was the last straw.

Theodor pushed himself to his feet and stood hunched over, blood dripping from his chest. With every ounce of anger, that wasn't his, he screamed and a winter's blizzard spread across St Petersburg like the plague.

Snow stormed the streets, frost covered every window, and ice paved the floors. The wind blew hard enough that the snow felt more like hail as it pelted down on the ground. The streets were clouded with snow, nobody could see anything. Icicles formed on every balcony, window seal, or overhang; they shot up from the ground and came to a razor-sharp point.

Theodor could feel himself getting buried in snow, but he wouldn't stop. No matter how much it was hurting him he wouldn't move. He could feel his blood soaking into the snow, and his fingers going numb.

"Stop it," Hodr muttered.

The storm still raged on without an ounce of regret.

"Theodor, you're going to get yourself killed."

He still didn't listen.

"Stop!"

Theodor felt all air flood from his lungs, and any sort of energy he once had flicker out of existence, at Hodr's command. The storm began to slow as he felt the life drain out of him.

"Don't make my mistakes."

Water began to flow down the streets, and the only noise was the sound of Theodor trying to breath. In this quiet he didn't hear Berstuk. He knew he wouldn't be frozen or unconscious, he knew he could, and would make noise if he was there.

He failed, and knew that death would not be too far away. Each breath hurt him, and every tiny movement was restricted. All that was left of his great storm was frost, and water falling from the buildings in a rush.

Okay I think we are done with the fight scenes for now. Yay! Oh, for those of you who don't know I had to change the end of Chapter Thirteen so you may need to read the end again, it's only the last chapter. On a different note school's done for the year so, I may be able to post more often but quote me on that. Thank you all for reading!