Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

jora stood motionless, her breath steady despite the cold seeping through her fur. the wind whispered against her ears, but her sharp gaze fixed to faust. his challenge was not unexpected—war made beasts of them all, and strength was the only language that mattered.

her lips curled, not quite a smile, not quite a snarl. a slow exhale fogged the air between them as she stepped forward.

"if you wish," she murmured. Then, without another word, she lunged.