The Schnee Family's Guardian Devil

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The battle between Winter Schnee and Cinder Fall raged through the sleek, futuristic streets of Atlas, the floating city groaning under the weight of chaos and Grimm’s invasion. Explosions echoed in the distance as Huntsmen and Huntresses clashed with Salem’s forces, but the real fight—the one with everything on the line—was happening right here.

Winter, bloodied and battered, struggled to keep pace with Cinder’s relentless assault. The fiery Fall Maiden attacked with a savage grace, wielding her dual swords with lethal precision, each strike infused with elemental fury. Flames danced along Cinder’s limbs, her Grimm arm crackling with dark energy, a chaotic blend of raw power and sadistic glee. Winter's Aura flickered weakly, barely holding together under the barrage.

"Is this really the best the Atlas Specialist can do?" Cinder sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Maybe I’ll keep your head intact when I present it to your dear sister. Or maybe I’ll kill the rest of your family first. Imagine the look on Weiss’s face when I deliver all of you at once. Though, it hardly matters. You’re going to die here all the same."

Winter’s vision blurred, her breaths ragged and labored. She could feel her strength waning, her sword-arm trembling under the strain of deflecting Cinder’s blows. But beneath the pain and exhaustion, a fierce determination still burned. She wasn’t done—not yet. There was one card left to play, one ace up her sleeve that could turn the tide. She just needed to stall long enough for the signal.

Cinder advanced, her movements like a predator toying with its prey. "What’s the matter, Winter? Out of tricks? Out of time?"

But instead of cowering, Winter found herself smiling, a strained laugh escaping her lips. It was only now she fully understood how Little Ruby had managed to outmaneuver Cinder so many times. Cinder was powerful, yes, but she loved the sound of her own voice far too much. A monologuer through and through.

"You’re right about one thing, Cinder,” Winter said, forcing herself upright, her posture defiant even in the face of impending death. “One of us is going to die here today."

Cinder’s grin widened, her eye flaring with amusement. "And what makes you think it won’t be you?"

Winter didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, listening as her earpiece crackled to life. Ironwood’s voice cut through the static, terse but clear: "You’re good to go, Winter. Bring it out."

That was all she needed.

Winter snapped her sword into a summoning stance, her eyes locked onto Cinder’s. "I think you’ve underestimated me," she said, her voice laced with an eerie calm. "You see, Salem’s not the only one who knows a bit of magic. There’s an ancient saying in the Schnee family—one passed down through generations. And while I’d love to share it with you in full, I’ll simplify it so even a broke-ass faux pirate wannabe street bitch like you can understand."

Cinder rolled her eye, raising her weapons dismissively. "More Schnee arrogance. What could you possibly have left?"

Winter’s Aura flared, icy glyphs forming beneath her feet as she channeled every ounce of her remaining energy. "It isn’t a real crashout until you bring in the Street General."

As Winter recited the incantation, the air around her grew heavy, charged with a power that transcended the usual confines of Dust and Aura. Her voice echoed through the streets, ancient and commanding.

"Here’s how we’re going to do this: I guess you thought, you did a thing. This sacred treasure swings and rings. Roses are red, weapons against me won’t prosper, violets are blue, his strength is like a saga, with this sacred treasure I summon: The Mighty Opp Stopper: The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga!"

Cinder was about to dismiss Winter’s bravado with another scathing retort when she noticed a dark shadow looming behind her opponent. The ground trembled as an enormous figure materialized, towering over both combatants. Mahoraga was a monstrous, muscular entity, its body encased in an impenetrable armor of energy and malice. Four wings extended grotesquely from its eye sockets, each feather shimmering with an unearthly light, and a serpentine tail-like appendage whipped behind its head. Above it, an eight-handled wheel hovered, spinning slowly as if calculating, adapting.

"What the hell is that?!" Cinder demanded, taking a step back, for the first time feeling a sliver of doubt creep into her heart.

Winter whistled sharply, a sound that echoed with authority. Mahoraga’s head snapped towards Cinder, its glowing eyes narrowing with a malevolent focus. Then, with a speed that defied its massive form, it lunged at Cinder, its fists slamming into her with the force of a tidal wave.

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Cinder’s Aura sparked violently as she was sent crashing through the streets, her body skidding across the metal ground like a ragdoll. Mahoraga didn’t relent, its attacks a brutal onslaught of sheer, unrelenting power. Each blow adapted to Cinder’s defenses, the eight-handled wheel above it spinning faster with each clash, countering every elemental trick and counter Cinder threw at it. She summoned flames, ice, lightning—everything she could muster from the Maiden’s powers—but Mahoraga adapted and struck back harder, smashing through her defenses with ease.

The battle raged across Atlas, Mahoraga bulldozing through buildings and streets, unyielding in its pursuit. Cinder was no longer in control; she was being hunted, each step a desperate bid to survive against an opponent that grew stronger with every failed attack. Her screams of fury turned to grunts of pain, then to silent gasps as her strength gave out.

Just as Mahoraga pinned Cinder to the ground, preparing to deliver a final, crushing blow, Winter stepped forward, her expression cold and unforgiving. "You should have stayed quiet and locked in, Cinder. But I guess you’ll learn this final lesson at least."

Cinder’s defiant glare faltered, fear flickering in her eyes as she realized she was outmatched. The mighty Mahoraga raised its fist, and for a moment, Cinder’s world was nothing but the shadow of the Divine General.

Weiss arrived just in time to see the monstrous figure towering over the battlefield, her eyes wide with shock. "Winter! What…what is that thing?"

Winter glanced at her sister, her stern expression softening just a fraction. "Our family’s secret weapon. One that even Salem should fear."

As Mahoraga’s fist came down, Cinder’s scream echoed briefly before being swallowed by the crushing impact. Dust and debris billowed out, obscuring the scene for a moment before settling. When the air cleared, Cinder Fall lay motionless, her once formidable presence reduced to nothing beneath the weight of Mahoraga’s unyielding might.

Winter straightened, her posture regal and composed, though her body still bore the marks of the grueling battle. She gave Mahoraga a simple nod, and the towering entity faded, its purpose fulfilled.

Weiss could only stare in awe and disbelief. "You…you really did it."

Winter sheathed her weapon, her gaze hardening as she surveyed the battlefield. "Yes. But the fight isn’t over yet. We have a city to save."

And with that, the Schnee sisters moved forward, leaving behind the wreckage of their enemy and stepping into the next battle, resolute and ready.