Hideaway Strath When fire meets ice and chaos ensues

The ferocity the snow pelted woman has in this battle is astonishing to him. He’s so entirely impressed he can’t even be mad at his obvious loss of victory. Even as she’s throwing him skidding through the grass and rolls onto his back, he gazes solidly at the woman who now stands atop him. As if daring him to continue the spar, he decides he’s gotten his ass kicked enough for the day so he sags completely into the grass and allows a winning, toothy smirk to grace his features. 

“That was too good, Nyra. Fuckin’ kicked my ass.” He compliments easily, pride obvious and evident in his voice. He doesn’t want to toot her horn too much, but he definitely wants her to know that she’s getting much better and he can tell. 

If she lets him up, he’d get up and say his next words. If not he’d say them just as simply lying in the grass. “You’ve gotten much better and it’s obvious. I’m proud of you. You’re becoming quite the warrior, huh?” He hums pleasantly.