Alwin and a plan?

Niwla gnawed on one of the feathers on his wing. The old him would've flat-out rejected Alwin, but given the circumstances, it was better to hear him out. The more options they had, the better.

"What is it, Alwin? Quick."

"Instead of us taking the Ice Resistance Pill, why don't we give the Ice Resistance Pills to the snowmen, or whatever snow things they're turning into?"

Nope.

"Okay, Winal. Take the Ice Resistance Pill," he said.

"Hey, are you just going to ignore my idea? It's a great idea."

Winal and Niwla ignored him.

The Crimson King Gold Ant pushed through the chilling wind, his flames flickering against the gust. Using his legs, he popped open the light blue vial and stuck a leg into it, retrieving an equally light blue pill.

He looked to Niwla one more time, asking for confirmation. Niwla nodded his head.

Winal shoved the pill past his mandible and into his mouth, swallowing it whole.

Almost immediately, he could feel the effects of it. The frigid chill became slightly less frigid. Even his flames seemed to grow brighter, returning to that brilliant burning blaze he was known for, even if it was only on half of his body.

It was still cold, but instead of the frostbite levels of chill, it was more tolerable. If only he could wear the snowcoat, but it simply did not fit his rather unique physiology.

Now they could return their attention to the snowmen or snow things. Thankfully, for whatever reason, the snow-rat patiently waited for the rest of its companions to finish undergoing their transformations.

Men were the last thing these snow creatures were.

Composed out of spherical balls of snow, there was now a snow-ox, snow-tiger, snow-rabbit, snow-dragon, snow-snake, snow-horse, snow-goat, snow-monkey, snow-rooster, snow-dog, and snow-pig.

Niwla didn't know what to think of this.

Alwin thought of fifty million ways to punish Niwla for ignoring his brilliant idea.

Winal simply didn't think, awaiting orders from Niwla.

He gave a look that said, "What do I do?"

"Get rid of them."

Winal nodded.

He charged forward, targeting the snow-rat first. He was going to put an end to it just like what Niwla had wanted.

Instinct took over as he made split-second decisions on the fly.

"Fire Blast!" he was forced to shout.

A ball of fire materialized in front of him.

Its flames grew weak, flickering in the snowstorm. It barely traveled a foot forward before disappearing, succumbing to the cold.

In retaliation, the snow-rat attacked.

It let out a squeaky snowy chitter. The snow around it rumbled. Instead of sinking down, small mounds emerged from under the layer of snow. They gave way, revealing an army of even tinier snow-rats, though now without any stick limbs, buttoned eyes, or carrot nose.

They charged. Winal charged back.

Through his compound eyes, he observed the other eleven snow-animals. For some reason, they remained still, observing the back and forth between the snow-rat and him.

Winal thought nothing of it.

Alwin thought that was good. It meant less work for them.

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Niwla thought that it was strange. Something must be up.

Just before they trampled over him, fire and electricity blitzed across his mandibles.

"Crimson Gold Cleaving Slash!" he roared.

He continued to blitz forward, mandibles opening and closing, snuffing the snow out of the rats. A single slash of his mandibles was only strong enough to cleave through one of the numerous snow-rats—no thanks to the cold in the air weakening his flames. Winal was forced to repeatedly use the skill until he finally came face-to-mandible with the original snow-rat.

One last charge. He was about to cleave the monstrosity in two when it suddenly dipped below the snow's surface.

Winal clicked his mandibles, annoyed by the cowardly behavior.

"Behind you!" Niwla shouted.

Winal turned around to see what the Cold Turkey had been warning him about.

The snow-ox was charging at him. Sticks had moved up towards its head, forming its horns. Snow accumulated around them, shrouding them in white frosty power. Behind it, the snow-rat emerged, where the snow-ox previously stood.

Winal charged back, mandibles blazing as he prepared to bite the horns off the snow-ox.

"Crimson Gold Cleaving Slash!"

His mandibles sank into the snow-ox's horns. They clashed. Fire and lightning pulsing with power as they ate away at the snow coating the horns. Yet, for some reason, his bite never pierced through.

How?

Looking down, Winal found the answer.

Snow around their feet was constantly being absorbed by the snow-ox, regenerating the snow around its horns.

It was too much even for a Tier 3 monster like himself. The frigid cold ate away at his flames. The skill deactivated.

Winal found himself soaring through the air, this time without the assistance of the Mixed Flaming Spirit Hands.

He crashed onto the ground, snow slowly piling up on him. Not melting away despite the flames that poured out of him.

Inside their shared mindscape, all of them were dizzy after having their whole world turned upside down, only to be flipped right side up, then upside down again and again and again.

"Look out!" Niwla slurred.

"Is that…" Alwin paused, staring out of the main body's eyes. "The White Tiger?"

Winal shook his head, piloting the main body to stand up and stare straight ahead at the monstrosity that was charging at him.

"Never mind, it's a snow-tiger," Alwin said. "Wait, is that any better?"

Sticks acted as claws for the beast. Like before, snow began to coat it, being sucked up from underneath its body.

Winal didn't charge this time. Instead, waiting for it to come closer.

"We need a huge burst of damage if we want to stop it from regenerating," Niwla said.

Winal nodded. He already knew that.

All around him, Fire Blasts and Spirit Bombs appeared. They orbited around each other, Mixed together. A huge explosion detonated, blasting away the snow-tiger, leaving only carrot and buttons in its place.

Winal now stood in a crater; all of the snow around him had been blown to bits. That crater was slowly being filled in, replenished by the System Screens pouring in tons and tons of snow.

One down, eleven more to go.

Except, they were all wrong.

In front of him, the pieces of snow slowly began to accumulate over the fallen debris. They clumped together, morphing into various spherical snowballs to form the caricature of a tiger, complete with stripes that were made out of the shredded pieces of carrot.

It sliced down on him with those snow-coated stick claws, knocking him back. It wasn't enough to breach through him, but it still hurt, especially after literally exploding himself.

Winal picked himself ever so slowly, using his numerous legs to stabilize himself. He prepared for another swipe of the snow-tiger, only to find himself staring face-to-mandible with an adorable-looking snow-rabbit.

Instead of sticks for legs, they were more like logs. Thick, huge, bulky, and undoubtedly painful. Snow began to accumulate around them before it turned and kicked Winal right in the face.

Something cracked. He was thrown back.

Looking down, he could see pieces of his shattered exoskeleton on the snow beneath him, immediately being covered up by more snow. Flaming ichor poured down Winal's skull.

He needed to grab those Healing Pills ASAP. But he didn't know where the snow coat was, especially after being knocked around silly.

Looking up, instead of the cute and surprisingly deadly snow-rabbit or even the shape of those beautiful pill bottles, he found himself staring into the jaws of a large, menacing snow-dragon.

Winal didn't know what to do.

His instincts screamed at him to run away, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't disappoint Niwla after being entrusted with such an important task.

Inside their mindscape, he turned to face the Cold Turkey, hoping for some sort of input.

Niwla was stumped. Even he was having difficulty trying to come up with something, especially after being knocked around.

Only Alwin, the squishy little fella, seemed to be okay. Benefits of being made of jelly.

"Can you think of anything?" Niwla asked Winal.

The ant shook his head.

This was the best matchup for him, and he somehow still fumbled. Maybe he had already disappointed him.

"I have one," chimed Allwin.

"Feeding them the Ice Resistance Pill? Or do you actually have a better idea?"

"Nope. Still the same one."

"Do you trust me?"

"No. But I trust your ability to somehow always find a way out of these kinds of situations."

"Good enough for me," Alwin said. "Winal, give me control."

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