Yoozepode awoke with a horrible pain in his chest. He reached and pulled the javelin that seemed to grow off him out of his flesh. Opening his eyes from the pain, Yoozepode took in his surroundings. His face rippled in disgust as he saw the vultures feasting off the decaying flesh of the soldiers. He saw the ice titan still toppled over on his friend, Metalbolt.
Yoozepode then jumped up and ran over to the ice titan. He ignored the stirring of the thunder titan as he attempted to shove the ice titan over. Successfully toppling the thing over, he saw Metalbolt's blade sticking into the soil and swiftly started to dig in the spot. He hit something! Flesh? No, it was ice. He grabbed onto it and pulled, but before Yoozepode could pull it loose, the thunder titan swatted Yoozepode aside.
Yoozepode quickly got up, remembering his purpose. Pulling out his trusted blade of fire, he charged the titan. In his sorrowful anger, Yoozepode foolishly swung with both hands on the handle, and left himself exposed to the newly awakened ice titan, who showered him with ice and snow, freezing him to the bone.
The black clouds above somehow became even darker as the solidified figure of Yoozepode stood there, frozen, in the middle of the massacre. The ice titan was fully standing up now, and he looked down upon Yoozepode and showered him once again with ice, for good measure. He froze Yoozepode in such ferocity, that even Yoozepode could not move from its binding.
Thus, the three heroes lay there in the field, as the ice titan slowly walked away to give news to his new master, Doxis' son, named Syrith, who marched away with his father's people at the age of 15.
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