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[/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=silver][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]San Francisco[/I] - [I]California[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=silver][b]Titans Together! #1.27:[/b][/COLOR] [I]The Way It Goes[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=silver][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Robin[/I] - [@Master Bruce], [I]Miss Martian[/I] - [@Half Pint]  [/sub][/INDENT][/color]
[color=A5F2F3]"[i]Ice[/i] to meet you, Titans."[/COLOR]

Do you have any idea how much it sucks being frozen? Kyle found out. The wave of sub-zero energy consumed him, his energy shield provided limited protection. It felt like all of his strength left him as the blue energy surrounded him. It encapsulated him in ice. It was an ambush. He hadn't paid attention, he hadn't scanned properly. He hadn't come prepared. He had assumed that because they were Titans, nobody was gonna mess with them. He assumed their fame and powers would act like a shield. Allowing The Green Lanterns ignorance. He didn't need to be careful or critical, he could just blindly assume everything was going to be okay. He feared that he was wrong.

For a brief moment, Kyle felt like it was all slipping away. It was all being encased in that ice, the block formed around him, first blue, then black, then see-through. His eyes felt like they were in the middle of a freezer. It reminded him of the fast-food job he used to have. Way back when. Before all of this. Before he was The Emerald Knight. When he was just a kid.

The kid. The girl who thanked him a minute ago. The ones who mistook him for Booster Gold. The people working, visiting and living here. Every person around them, they were all scared. Kyle could taste the fear in the air, he thought. Then he realized that in his now very limited real-estate inside of the ice-casing that held him in place, he wasn't tasting any air at all. The fear was coming from him. The ice set in deeper, his shield powering down, his heartbeat slowed. His eyes lost their green glimmer, returning to their natural hazel. 

All of those people. They didn't deserve this. They were powerless against the wrath of the frosted villain. Against all of the creeps, ghouls and monsters of the world. Powerless against the metaphorical, and sometimes actual dragons of the world. They had regular lives to live and they had to live them in fear. 

Fear... What a concept. His heartbeat was slowing almost to a complete halt. It wasn't the first time, just this time he wasn't bleeding out while it happened. This was different, this was his first real fight. The first time he had been ambushed like this. At least since... Then.

Rayner had never been one for fighting. Not before all of this. He was a painter, he played music, he drew portraits, he read comics and he watched so many movies. Art was his escape from the fear. From the fear of never fitting in, of never belonging. Fear of never having a purpose. The fear of not being good enough. Fear of the bullies in elementary school, fear of not being a good enough son. A good enough friend. Fear of failing his classes, fear of the people he could never befriend. Fear of turning on the news and seeing another superpowered maniac hurting people. Of seeing the worlds leaders make one bad choice after another. The world had so much darkness in it, and for a while that was all Kyle saw.

His blackest night was when he was alone in his crappy Honda Civic that night when the star fell. He wasn't planning on coming home that night, he wanted to start over. To leave his mom, their family and his old life behind, for them to live uncertain of what happened to him and how he was doing. He intended to leave them with that fear. That night, in the burning wreckage of his car, he found something. Or perhaps... It found him. Did he want to make a better world in all of this darkness? That was what it had asked him, as his punctured heart was bleeding him dry. He had responded. Suddenly, there was a light.

[color=87E9A9]Ba-dum[/color]

Was it an accident, would the star have fallen on anyone else that night? Did he deserve to have gotten a second chance, or should he have just been another burning wreckage on the 9-o'clock news? Was this... Thing in his chest his, or does he belong to it? His heart had been pierced, yet it had made him whole. It had made him better, given him a chance at all new life. A way to keep on living. The darkness swelled.

[color=87E9A9]Ba-dum... Ba-dum.[/color] The ice around him began to vibrate.

All of the people around him needed to live free from fear. To be safe and secure. To not worry about the scum that seek to harm them. The sadistic maniacs who cause harm for the sake of it. Those that use their power to subjugate others to their will. Kyle had seen the inhabitants of the falling building he just held up carry each other. Save one another. Care for each other. The world certainly had darkness, but people provided a light. They didn't have powers like the Titans. They didn't have fame or a fancy name that acted like a shield. They just had each other. He wanted to protect that. To ensure life could keep on prospering. In the cold, nothing could thrive. That's why his mind moved to warmth, the rays of the sun. The way it provides nurture.

[color=87E9A9]Ba-dum... Ba-dum... Ba-dum...[/color] His heartbeat was back. His mind was so focused on the warmth of the sun that he was almost surprised when he opened his emerald eyes to find that the sun was beaming on his skin. Under him the energy he radiated had made white flowers and grass grow beneath him, through the asphalt. What had felt like hours had only taken less than a minute.
His glowing eyes darted around him, taking in the situation. Miss Martian had freed the civilians, Robin had tackled Icicle head-on. A brave knight, indeed. they had moved the fight away from here, away from the people. A wave of green energy shot into the sky, reducing the remaining ice in the city block to little more than drips of water. A cheer was heard around him as Kyle blasted into the air, a pair of binoculars formed around his mask. Heat-sensors, or rather - cold sensors.

Seeing the drops of temperature directly, Kyle could instantly locate where the three where. And he could see the lowest temperature readings he had ever recorded coming from the frost-villain. He was angry and careless, about to let out all of his power on the two Titans, who had just tumbled to the ground as they avoided the blast. The web-pattern covered the city block, and Kyle felt the burning sensation in his chest. He wasn't gonna let anyone else get hurt for his mistake of ignorance.

 In the air for but a split second, Kyle's green flames enveloped him as he dove.

[color=A5F2F3]"THAT SHOULD'VE PUT YOU BOTH ON ICE! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU NOT DEAD?! YOU'RE JUST A COUPLE OF FREAKIN' KIDS!"[/COLOR] Icicle Jr. Screamed, readying another blast, bigger than the one before. Focused on the two-floored Titans. [color=A5F2F3]"FREEZE TO DEATH!"[/COLOR] He shouted as the vortex of frost turned into a cone focused solely on The Boy Wonder and the Martian Miracle. As the ice moved, the green flame landed in between the frost and the Titans, forming a six-segmented shield in a crescent around them. The shield had a valve in it, like a slide going upwards, leading almost all of the energy into the air rather than around them. Behind the shield, green flames didn't burn hot, yet they melted the ice under and a few meters behind Kyle. He was kneeling, his arm holding the shield in place.

[color=87E9A9]"No place like in the eye of a snowstorm, huh? You ok?"[/color] He yelled over the sound of the storm at his two allies, the 15 meter shield being pelted like a rooftop during a hailstorm, vibrating under the pressure. 

[color=A5F2F3]"What the hell?!"[/COLOR] Icicle cried as the vortex of ice dispersed into the air, and the shield powered down, revealing the Emerald Knight in-front of his two allies, shrouded in a wave of green flames. Snowflakes had begun raining down from the blast that had been poured into the sky.

[color=87E9A9]"Surp-ice. There's three of us meddling kids."[/color] Kyle quipped in a very dry and serious tone. 

His ears were ringing and he tasted iron. He felt every neuron in his brain fired up with adrenaline and it took all of his focus to remain on task, to not lose control of what he created. After two massive blasts, the ice villain was winded and tried to regain his composure. His teammates regaining their footing, he took charge. Kyle advanced on the ice villain who threw ice-darts at him, he weaved past them, each step propelled him further. Icicle tried to create an ice-wall to stop Kyle's sprinting advance. Under his right foot, a jet engine appeared and he was propelled forward by a rocket boot increasing his speed and making it past the rising wall.

He pulled his arm back. The way Troia had taught him, put all your weight into it she said. Close your fist, except leave a small bubble of air inside of it. Rotate your entire body into the motion. His arm propelled forward.
For a split second as he came into contact with Icicle Jr's face, Kyle's mind was still and truly focused. His fist collided with such force that it cracked the ice-shell the villain used to protect himself. After the attack, the leap sent him tumbling on the ground. Icicle was rocked about 50 meters, hitting the frozen over fountain in the small park area, cracking the ice-surface.

Climbing to his feet, Kyle remained unsure if the villain was done for, but he felt the beating in his chest slow down as his flames grew less intense, conserving energy in case the snowman wanted to box some more.