❅❆Kingdom of Snow and Ice (Job - Mythal)❆❅

It had been quite some time since Mythal had seen Arcadia, having been out and about doing jobs left and right since his initiation. But the girl had been the reason he even joined Fairy Tail in the first place – she had spoken to him, interviewed him to see if he would fit within the confines of the wizarding guild. It had been she that had first taken him on the tour of the guild hall, even taking him into the dark recesses of the basement where the dark board lay. She’d vouched for him, enough so that he had been made a full member of the guild fairly quickly rather than acting as an intern. He owed her a lot and it had been an injustice that he hadn’t gotten a chance to go on a job with her.

Luckily all that had changed when he caught the posting about fledgling town on Snowfall Island. Apparently it had once been home to a rather illustrious and famous resort but then an ice wizard had come and ravaged the island with his anger and wintery magic. The wizard had been dealt with seemingly but the frost had remained, keeping the resort from regaining any sense of traction to its former glory. But they hadn’t given up – instead, they had taken the news and opted to move in a different direction. They began by rebuilding the town that had been swallowed up by snow and ice, crafting buildings that were far better suited for the winter. But the magic had infected the creatures of the island as well, warping them and angering them. Now they were attacking the citizens and making life all around hard to deal with and nearly impossible to make the repairs.

It sounded like a perfect opportunity to team up with the Fairy Tail Ace, so he had contacted her. She had agreed excitedly, which was no surprise given her normal personality. Mythal had agreed to meet her there, wanting to leave from his home rather than head all the way to Magnolia. So he had taken to the sky – his crow form carried him across the winds without any real issue or notice from people below. He soared across the water like an actual avian, his eyes darting around as he scouted the waters below. It wasn’t a short trip by any means but it was a nice one. It gave him more than ample opportunity to stretch his wings, quite literally – he found he spent so much time on his lacrimacycle and the trains that he hadn’t really gotten back to training his flight. This was another opportunity for him to do some work.

As he came upon the outskirts of the island, he was surprised by just how spellbound the land was. The snow wasn’t light from the looks of it; there were certainly parts of it that were several feet deep, probably even enough to trap someone his height. He soared down over the snow-blasted hills, his wings flapping hard as they caught onto the brisk breeze. He spotted the settlement over a short ridge, the only place that had been cleared and coordinated on the entire island. He was just about to arch his descent when he heard several cries of panic. He swooped in a loop, to keep the wind beneath him and bring him up over the town. His eyes scanned for the source of the screams and didn’t have far to look.

Several villagers were running from a section of the town that was still under development. Their fears came from three large beings made entirely of ice, marching after the fleeing citizens. They looked like knights clad in armor made of frost, their icy weapons lifting high and ready to slash at their prey. They were gigantic too; they were easily fifteen feet or so each of them, which made their danger even more palpable. If they got into the heart of the town, they could cause some serious damage. Mythal shifted his trajectory and brought himself over the three ice guardians, centering himself over the middle being. Then he lifted the spell of flight from his ring, shifting him back into his regular human form. He spun through the air, a controlled fall that built up momentum and energy into his body. The first ice guardian had no idea what hit him; the God Slayer’s fist led the charge as it smashed through the being’s head and down into its torso. The sharp, crystalline fragments from his body being broken exploded out in all directions, spraying the immediate area with the ice shards. He slammed into the ground after he bisected the ice guardian, its entire middle now lying on the snowy ground below. The two remaining pieces of its body fell to the ground, surprising and drawing the attention of the other two. Each one turned to look at the God Slayer, their unseen eyes settling on him in anger.

“Awfully rude, interruptin’ their day like that,” Mythal said casually to the two ice guardians, even as they were shifting to attack him. The closest one brought its sword down in a wide arc, aiming to divorce the human man into pieces. But Mythal brought Curse forward, spinning it around and slamming the blade into the approaching one, clashing the weapons together. Despite his size, the God Slayer easily managed to keep the weapon from pushing him back, his feet digging into the ground as his enhanced capabilities served him well. He pushed the ice weapon back and his own sword shifted slightly, opening up a small barrel near the guard. A loud bang shot through the area as his sword shot at the creature’s face, the blast exploding on impact. The guardian fell back several steps, shaking its hidden face in anguish.

The other guardian swung its sword at Mythal immediately after, hoping to catch him off guard. The God Slayer flipped over the weapon and then… disappeared? The guardian halted its sword arm, looking from side to side to try and locate the man. Hanging from the flat end of the sword was Mythal, who had flipped over the weapon and then immediately grabbed the blade so he went along for a ride. He swung his legs up and landed on top of the weapon, catching the attention of its wielder. But already Mythal was extending his free arm, compiling magic into his hand and then releasing it with a snap, the beam of dark energy tearing through the creature’s upper torso easily. Its body began to fall apart, its sword falling towards the ground. Mythal used it as a springboard to bring himself up into the air again, twisting and sending his sword flying forward like a spear.

The sharp end of the sword slammed into the stunned guardian’s chest, sending yet another agonizing wound to him. Mythal came soaring in, his right arm cloaked into shadow magic. He punched the handle of the sword, sending it crashing through the guardian’s chest and tearing out an inflated, rounded shape of ice. It wouldn’t be too hard to figure out that this was, in fact, the creature’s heart. It lay on the ground, impaled, for a moment or two before it shattered into icy dust. The guardian itself slumped backwards and landed on its back, the ground shaking from the impact. It lay for a moment before it, also, shattered into millions of ice particles.

Mythal walked through the ice pieces and pulled Curse out from underneath it, shaking it off and sliding it back to rest against his lower back. “Now then…” he mumbled, turning to look back at the town. “Where’s Arcadia?”