The same tiny sugar crystals which poured like foam out of the jelly-baby Sweet-Face's mouth grew over the back of the creature's body, until it wore the sugar crystals like a cape – which must have been razor sharp, because the resin-threads which bound Sweet-Face's changing form were cut loose.

We considered attacking the creature, and would have done so in order to prevent it from reaching whatever new form it was trying to take. But our Intuition sent alarm bells going off within our mind telling us to keep our distance at all costs.

The creature grew its overall mass until it stood at a towering seven and a half feet tall. Its body looked elongated, and gazelle-like, particularly with its reverse-jointed legs, and arms which were nearly the same length as its body. The raspberry lollipop-like sugar which made up the main mass of the creature had a translucent quality, showing some of Sweet-Face's organs faintly glowing with a pale light within.

It had a raspberry-hued sugar-body that was skeletal, with a ribcage on show, and a torso which looked malnourished. Its all-too-human eyes were lidless and filled with rage, and its human teeth set into a wicked grimace. And it had a crystal-sugar-crown adorned atop its head in three distinct crown points.

The sugar-monster lurched forward, its large hands with its elongated clawed fingers settling onto the astroturf pitch. It stared at us, and our Intuition told us what we already knew – whatever part of Sweet-Face's psyche this new creature had come from, it was filled with nothing except a cold, calculating, killing intent.

Using two hands instead of one one, Clang lifted the great metal-slab-sword out of the ground. The ice hilt he created formed over his hands as if to seal his intent to fight this new monster.

I felt Slip move away from my mind. And with that absence came a tidal wave of immobilising fear.

"C-Clang!" I resonated, barely able to speak through the fear which gripped me, "Stay away from it! Don't engage!"

Clang shot me a look – one of surprise and disgust.

"Why?" Clang's voice rang, "We've beaten him twice over already."

Clang turned his attention to the sugar-monster.

"You hear me?!" Clang's voice rang, "My name is Clang, and I'm going to be the world's greatest hero! It's time to end this!"

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The sugar-monster Sweet-Face had become bounded backwards, sailing through the air before landing a much greater distance further away near the other end of the astroturf pitch.

"Tch!" Clang sniggered, "Good!"

"Clang, don't!" I resonated, yelling at the top of my lungs.

Clang broke into a powerful sprint, building momentum and drawing back his giant slab-sword behind him in preparation to swing it. Thick ice, which had continued to blossom across the ground and at Clang's legs, broke away as Clang began his charge.

The sugar-monster Sweet-Face broke into a four-limbed sprint, charging forwards to meet Clang's challenge – its limbs moving an irregular insectile rhythm.

Clang's voice cried out, and he bounded up into the air, swinging his great ice-cold giant-slab-sword.

"FROZEN METAL WAVE! HAH!"

"CLANG?!" I cried out in my resonating voice.

Clang's sword sliced through the air, bits of ice falling away from the frosted metal.

The sugar-monster leapt through the air to meet Clang's challenge, and it spun as it rocketed upwards, its sugar-cape twirling in tandem with its body.

SCRANG!

"Ack!" Clang grunted, silver blood flinging from his mouth.

The monster's sugar-crown had elongated into trident-like spears, and had stabbed Clang straight through the middle of his chest.

The cognition in Clang's bright gold-and-silver shining eyes faded, and immediately after the sugar-monster landed upon the ground on two legs– with Clang hanging off its crowned sugar-spikes.

Clang's sword fell away from his hands with a great metallic thud of finality, the ice which had bound his hands to the sword having cracked loose.

The sugar-monster wasn't finished with Clang however. It began to grab fistfuls of Clang's flesh, tearing away at the pseudo-metallic skin as easily as if it were tissue paper.

I broke into a sprint as fast as I could will my body to do so.

I hadn't slowed my perception of time, but I still felt agonizingly slow moving to help my friend.

The sugar-monster increased the size of its crown-spikes, thereby adding to Clang's already profusely-bleeding chest wounds.

There came a sudden great gust of cold – which froze the pseudo-sugar-monster's crown-points in an instant and broke them into nothing-pieces.

Clang fell free from the sugar-monster's clutches. And the sugar-monster Sweet-Face had released Clang because it could no longer bear the cold which was bursting from Clang's body with an immense, blizzard-like pressure.

The sugar-monster retreated, scuttling backwards across the astroturf pitch to get itself to safety.

And though Clang had been released, his body didn't touch the ground.

His open-chest wounds were bursting with a great rush of cold winds that swirled and turned his body over and over again.

An ice-storm had begun to take hold, with Clang and his total loss of control over the power, at its core.

Even within a distance of a few meters the cold was so intense I feared my own limbs might be frozen solid in an instant. I leapt away to keep my distance.

Where are you Slip? I thought, then.

I couldn't sense his presence within my mind when I needed him the most.

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