Snow White Overdrive

For Jonathan, that was the final straw. He would have to break Foo from her Christmas dream. Even if it meant resorting to peaceful violence. His body overflowed with Hamon and Christmas Cheer. Brilliant light began to emanate from Jonathan’s body. The very snow around him was melting.

Jonathan pulled his hand back and over his head. There was only one way to settle this cleanly and efficiently. “Snow White Overdrive!”

He jammed his fist into the snow and a ripple pulsed outward from his body. The Foos stood their ground. For a second, it was as if nothing happened. Then it happened.

The snow exploded outward. Something between an avalanche and a tsunami fired off in every direction. The crest of the wave peaked above even Jonathan’s head. If that woman was going to resort to blasphemous trickery, he would overcome with the ingenuity and grace he’d garnered from his master.

So much snow was displaced, it left a crater around Jonathan. The land around him looked so different. Fresh mounds and hills buried everything in snow. Everything, that is, except Dio. Not a flake of snow marred his Santa suit.

Dio looked about. “Ho? It seems as though that troublesome woman could not withstand the cold reality of Christmas.”

Jonathan nodded. Regretfully, he had to do it. “If only she had seen the light sooner.”

Both their eyes were drawn to a peculiar shaking. A shivering, even, from a certain mound of snow. An arm burst free from the snow, and Foo Fighters dragged herself out. "I'll never give up!"

- 7thSonofSons Round 2