[Ignacia] Feel the cold fire [Battle]

Ignacia had a fiery temper, and a terrible attitude. She was impatient and proud, but cunning and vicious at the same time: all of which were traits of a fire golem. Out of all golems, except perhaps the sky and shadow golems, the fire golems were the fastest and most lethal. That was because they weren't coated in thick, bulky armour, but a hard yet flexible natural armour. This reduced their weight by around a third of the average golem's weight, which was just a speculation of course - nobody had been able to weigh multiple golems to take the statistics. Most fire golems are able to shoot flames out of their hands, and melt objects around them due to the heatwaves they gave out.

They were however, prideful and varyingly egoistic. But that did not make them any less dangerous. Even with their weaknesses, they were still a formidable force to be reckoned with. The hope of defeating them lie in playing with their temper and pride. They did have a physical flaw though, which was water, evidently. Any that manages to flow into the cracks of a fire golem would immediately react with the lava and harden into sediment. If one fell into water, he would die unless he manages to get out and melt the hardened stone with its inner heat. Fire golems would never dream of fighting a hydro golem. Luckily for them, hydro golems did not usually travel up to the heart of a volcano, or to land actually, but would rather stay hundreds of feet below sea level and hibernate for years. The last hydro golem was actually spotted four hundred years ago by a half-mad daughter of Poseidon.

Like the hydro golems, the fire golems are also incredibly rare, preferring to reside near their source of creation, which would be a large-sized, active strato-volcano, in clans of five to eleven. Many, though, have encountered a full-sized fire golem in their travels throughout the thousands of years. Few manage to put up any form of resistance. A handful achieved victory with the help of luck and friends. None have escaped unscathed.

Fire golems had proven challenging to beat. Ignacia was no exception. With a strong, scarred body, she was around eighty years old, equivalent to a fifteen year old human. Different types of golems age differently. She was around 30 feet, but weighed around eight tonnes. There were gaps between her natural armour for free movement, but any sword attempting to poke their way in would be promptly met with a blast of iron-melting heat and set on fire. Bright, lunimous lava can be seen flowing through the cracks. It might, though, be to the campers advantage that Ignacia was not a full-grown fire golem, nor did she have the calm of the more experienced golems.

She couldn't wait to send the whole camp up in flames. Having slumbered in her home for the past eighteen months, Ignacia had emerged to a scrawny boy who called himself the Ambassador of Kronos. He had offered her a chance to get back at the gods and win her clan's honour back. It was because of the gods the fire golems were reduced by more than half their population and banished to their natural habitats. Her clan and two others were the only known pure-bred fire golem clans in existence. And what did they do? That reason in fact, could not even be recalled in living memory. The gods had promptly forgotten about the fire golems and left them there stranded. Slowly did the rest of civilization.

But the forgotten remembered. They always did. And they would wait. Wait for their revenge.

And then they acted.

Watching the dark portal, she charged in. As she exited into the campus, she set the portal ablaze with dark flames, not caring if she destroyed the entrance behind her. Ignacia stood to her full height, eyes blazing with cold malice and surveying the scene before her. Not wanting to let Wei and Ichos destroy everything before she did, she gave a roar and let off a wild blast of fire that ignited the whole cabin.

This camp will burn.

Ignacia swept a hand over the cabin, causing a wall of flames to shoot up, engulfing the side of the structure, as well as a whole line of trees behind it. She could feel the beckoning warmth of the fire. But suddenly, a girl yelled a taunt at the golem. Then, rain fell from the skies, dousing the flames on the cabin. The heat waves the golem emitted was more than enough to evaporate the rain that fell above her. But the cabin's flames sputtered out. Ignacia growled, breathing a stream of hot air at the drenched cabin, evaporating the moisture. Everywhere the mighty creature stepped, the ground dried, or caught fire.

As she was engaged with the artificial rain, something wedged between her knee joint, and she looked down. It was knife, its handle sticking out from the gap, the metal blade already melting. Ignacia roared, turning to see the scrawny figure that had thrown it. A mere camper. You are no match for me, midget.

She then held out her huge hand in a fist and shot an intense torrent of flames at the remaining cabin wall. It trembled and cracked, but finally succumbing to the heat and falling in hot, flaming pieces at the campers. Most of it fell right above the knife-throwing camper, who was the nearest to the wall, threatening to bury him. The rest were spewed all over the place, causing multiple patches of grass and vines to catch fire. Ignacia located the girl who had started the rain, blasting a jab of flames at the Hecate camper.

A new addition came to the battle, but she recognised him as the kid who had told her to come. Surveying the destruction, she felt the burning revenge overwhelm her again.