Meyer could have been 64 years old.
He was carrying three obsidian knives and a big head as well.
He should have added the glasses hanging from his head too.
In front of him appeared someone resembling a giant tiger, half of his body darkened. "Someone" was too polite a word. His body hair looked like a black-furred tiger. With his mustache and beard added, he could also resemble a mountain bear.
Meyer braced himself on his obsidian swords, imagining his most dangerous enemy.
If he pushed a little harder, he might wet his pants. He couldn't stop trembling. "Hey, you! You want to get to know me!" When he took a step, the ring split in two. "An ice layer?" Meyer said.
I'll make this bastard slip on the ice.
"Ti-ger Bla-ck!" The man began to shout.
"Alright, dear. Tiger Black," Meyer said calmly. This calmness was the numbing effect of a high dose of pain. His neck twisted sideways from the blow to his head.
My neck, ah!
Meyer looked at the man who had insolently attacked his neck. He threw the knives into the air in a crisscross motion and caught them.
What emerged was nothing more than a special show he performed in the air.
"That's en-ough!" shouted Tiger Black.
"Not enough," Meyer said.
I'll set you on fire.
"Enough," said Tiger Black.
Meyer put one of the obsidian knives in his mouth. "If you come near my mouth, I'll cut you!" he said, half-muffled.
Tiger Black didn't seem impressed by this display of strength.
The Devil Chip activated: "Are you an idiot?"
Meyer couldn't tolerate disrespect towards a 64-year-old man. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying you're trying to talk to a madman. That guy chopped off his wife's head!"
Oh, shit!
"Alright, but do you have a better plan?" As his feet slipped on the ground, he couldn't take another step.
Tiger Black was walking toward him with tiny, tiptoeing steps. Like a baby with a crooked face.
He swung his fist in the air. Only stirred the wind a bit.
Meyer tilted his head to the right.
Come on!
The fist was punching the gas particles on the left.
"Miss this time too!" Meyer bent down completely, lying face down on the ground. The feet were huge. His toes were like those of a giant.
Where did I fall? This guy doesn't look human.
The Devil Chip spoke: "Definitely."
"So what do we do then?" Meyer challenged the Devil Chip.
"To hell with it!" Tiger Black responded.
"Not talking to you, not talking to you!" Meyer crawled on the ground, passing between the legs. He was out of breath.
The Devil Chip commanded: "Think simply. This guy is blind."
Blind? If he's blind and I still can't do a damn thing, then I'm really useless!
Things were getting more complicated. The ice beneath Tiger Black's feet was cracking loudly.
Everything turned into absolute absurdity.
Before Meyer could raise his eyebrows, he fell into the ice layer.
The slippery water embraced him.
"Damn creature! Giant piece of crap!" he cursed with anger. He kept sliding down the ice.
Goodbye!
Meyer drank the icy cold through his skin.
As he fell deeper, masses of water poured over his head.
The obsidian knives pierced through the ice layer.
The liquid slid somewhere.
Meyer's skin burned as if on fire from the cold.
I lost my knives!!!
He continued falling deeper.
Aaaah!
He could see the ground.
The stones were getting closer and closer.
A dark surface. Pitch black.
Is that my shadow? Why is it so big?
Meyer felt something tightening around his neck. His breath froze. The air was frozen solid. A hand was pulling him upwards.
He looked up as if being pulled from the pit of hell.
Vuuu!
Tiger Black was pulling the rope in his hand with all his strength, dragging his victim upward.
The end of the rope, worn out around Meyer's neck.
Meyer felt his breath cut off.
He felt like a frog.
When he sat down on the dry ground, he took a deep breath.
Oh!
He noticed Tiger Black standing over him. The man roared, spreading his claws, ready to pierce his chest. Meyer touched the end of the rope he just held onto. He pulled himself there. He grabbed the rope. The killer wouldn't be able to see his face.
Let me use his blindness for once, damn creature.
The creature began to swing his fists in the air. Suddenly, he started crying.
The creature's hair began to fall to the ground.
Meyer tried to strangle the giant by throwing the rope around his neck.
There was no time to think.
I'll throw the rope in the air, and it will loop around his neck with a plop. Then I'll drag him. A bit of fun!
Meyer, without caring about any other detail, dodged the impact from the creature hitting the ground.
He grabbed the rope and slid backward in a lying position.
He distributed his weight skillfully on the ice.
At the spot where the giant's hand sank into the ice, his skin had worn away.
Snow and blood.
For a moment, Meyer looked at the man whose concrete-like skin was starting to show through.
This felt strange to him.
He hesitated in throwing the rope and strangling this creature.
The concrete man suddenly began to cry. He was sobbing uncontrollably.
He was mumbling something as well.
For a moment, Meyer stopped.
What is this creature saying?
The tone of the voice seemed to remind him of someone.
There was pain in that thunderous voice. Meyer felt it in his bones.
"What are you saying, pal?" he asked, mockingly.
The creature groaned and buried his hand deeper into the ice layer. His skin was shattered and bruised.
Meyer continued watching, still not understanding anything.
"Grace! My daughter!"
Tears fell from Tiger Black's eyes, turning into ice cubes.
No way! My daughter?
Meyer forgot the pain of losing his obsidian knives.
He almost gave up on his frozen hands and arms.
The beatings he took were left behind.
Even falling dozens of meters under the ice was at the edge of his memory.
He shouted in surprise. "Huyger!"
Tiger Black was Huyger.
End of Chapter