The Adulterous Switcher
Chapter 46: Edward Vs Rafik (Fanmade Versus battle)(bonus Chapter)
CHAPTER 46: EDWARD VS RAFIK (FANMADE VERSUS BATTLE)(BONUS CHAPTER)
The streetlamps flickered above an empty lot on the edge of the city. Cracked pavement and rusting debris gave the place a haunted, forgotten feel. At the center of it stood two men, still as statues.
Edward flexed his gloved fingers. "You know how this ends, right?"
Across from him, Rafik exhaled, and mist spiraled from his breath. Frost spread beneath his boots like roots growing through the concrete. "Yeah. You go down."
Edward smiled. "You think your ice gives you the edge?"
"I know it does."
Then it began.
Edward rushed forward, smooth and fast. Years of street brawls made his movement unpredictable. A sudden feint to the left, then a roll to the right. His hands were open, ready. All he needed was one touch—skin-to-skin—and it’d be over.
But Rafik had fought his share of lunatics. He didn’t flinch. As Edward lunged, Rafik dropped low and slammed his palms to the ground.
A burst of ice exploded outward, coating the ground in a slick sheen.
Edward’s shoes lost traction. He skidded, but momentum carried him forward, right toward Rafik.
Close. Too close.
He lashed out—bare fingers outstretched—
Rafik slapped his hand away with a forearm wrapped in a frozen bracer.
No contact.
The ice had blocked the skin.
"Nice try," Rafik muttered, driving a kick into Edward’s ribs. The blow sent Edward spinning away, winded but not out.
Edward rolled to his feet, crouching behind a toppled metal barrel.
He spat blood and laughed. "You’re good. But you’re playing defense."
"I don’t need to attack you," Rafik replied calmly. "I just need to make sure you never land a touch."
Edward crept around the edge, circling. He had to change tactics. Rafik’s ice was dangerous, but it was all about control—keeping distance, controlling terrain. That meant Edward needed to turn this into a **brawl**, up close and messy.
He faked a dash to the left—Rafik responded with a wall of jagged frost—and then Edward **vaulted over it**, springing off a rusted crate mid-air.
Rafik’s eyes widened as Edward flew straight at him.
This time, Edward didn’t go for the grab. He led with a punch.
Rafik blocked—but that was the trick.
Edward grabbed his wrist.
**Contact.**
Then everything tilted.
Rafik blinked, and suddenly, he was seeing the world from a different height. Lighter frame. Faster heartbeat. **Edward’s** body.
And across from him—Edward, now in Rafik’s body—stood with a smug grin.
"Guess that’s checkmate," Edward said, flexing his new fingers.
But then his expression shifted. Confusion.
He clenched a fist. Tried to summon something—anything. Ice. Frost. The cold.
Nothing.
He glared. "What the hell?"
"You can’t use it," Rafik said, standing tall in Edward’s body, voice calm. "My power isn’t just instinct. It’s years of discipline. Muscle memory. Cold’s in the blood, not the brain."
Edward scowled. "So I’m stuck with a toy I can’t use."
"Yup."
Edward—now in Rafik’s body—charged anyway. Maybe he couldn’t summon ice, but Rafik’s body was stronger, bulkier. He could still win with brute force.
But Rafik, in Edward’s leaner frame, was faster.
He ducked the charge, slid under a wild punch, and cracked a kick into his own—Edward’s—knee. The larger body stumbled.
Rafik didn’t stop. He slammed a shoulder into Edward’s chest, knocking him back into a frost-covered pole.
"Not bad for someone without powers," Rafik said, catching his breath.
Edward growled. "Then let’s change that."
He reached out—tried to grab Rafik again.
Rafik dodged just in time.
"No way I’m letting you back in your body," Rafik said.
They circled again, now in opposite skins, both limited.
Edward lunged. Rafik slipped past him, grabbed a broken pipe from the ground, and flung it at Edward’s knees. Edward tripped, crashing hard.
Rafik leapt on top of him, aiming a punch at his own face—
But paused.
He couldn’t destroy Edward’s body. It was his now. He needed to **switch back** to reclaim his powers.
And Edward knew it.
"You’ll have to let me back eventually," Edward hissed.
"Maybe," Rafik said. "But not yet."
He backed off.
Edward pushed up, scowling. "You can’t beat me in your body. You’re just delaying the inevitable."
"You sure?" Rafik said.
He sprinted forward—agile in Edward’s lighter frame—dodged another lunge and grabbed Edward’s—his own—shoulder.
**Contact.**
They switched again.
Back to their original bodies.
Edward breathed deeply, back in control. "Finally."
But his chest was heaving. The cold had numbed his arms, and that earlier hit had bruised a rib. Rafik had kept moving, kept adapting.
This wasn’t going how he expected.
Rafik didn’t waste time. As soon as he was back in his own body, he punched the ground again.
A spike of ice shot upward. Edward barely rolled aside. A second spike followed, grazing his arm.
"You’re slowing down," Rafik said, voice steady.
Edward darted behind cover. "You needed **your** body to win. I got inside your head."
"And you got nothing for it," Rafik replied, walking calmly toward him. "You couldn’t touch my power. All you got was a cold seat."
Edward threw a rock toward Rafik as a distraction, then lunged from behind a pile of scrap. Rafik turned just in time to catch the movement. He summoned a wall of frost.
Edward didn’t stop. He **ran up** the wall like a ramp and launched off it toward Rafik.
Mid-air, he extended both arms.
"Not again," Rafik muttered.
He dropped low and slid under Edward’s flying grab, then pivoted and **froze the ground** just behind him.
Edward landed—and instantly slipped, crashing into the pavement. Rafik didn’t miss the moment.
He stepped forward, icy fists ready.
Edward scrambled to stand, but Rafik struck first—a hook to the ribs, then an elbow across the jaw.
Edward reeled.
He tried to grab Rafik’s arm—his last chance to switch.
But Rafik caught the hand mid-air.
"Your move’s predictable now."
He yanked Edward off balance and drove a knee into his gut.
Edward hit the ground hard.
This time, he didn’t get up right away.
Rafik stood over him, chest rising and falling in the night air.
"I could’ve finished this earlier," he said. "But I wanted to show you—you’re not invincible."
Edward groaned. "Next time..."
"There won’t be one."
Rafik slammed his palms to the ground.
Ice burst out, surrounding Edward in a jagged cage. Not lethal. Just prison-like. Solid, cold bars rose from the concrete, trapping him on all sides.
Edward pushed against them, but they didn’t budge.
"You know this won’t hold me forever," he spat.
"It doesn’t need to," Rafik said. "Just long enough for me to walk away."
He turned his back and walked off into the shadows, ice melting behind each step, breath still puffing in clouds.
Edward watched him go, trapped in his own body, powers intact—but useless in the face of someone who played smarter.
For once, he wasn’t outmatched in ability.
He was just **outplayed**.
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Hey Guys...it’s the author here, a fan sent this to my discord, and I thought it would be pretty cool to publish as the first Chapter in a new volume to end things..
This is Fanmade, so yes anything written here is not confirmed by me