Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

jora did not resist as he moved to counter, instead allowing it to carry her, let it flow through her like the wind screaming through the peaks. where he pushed, she bent; where he sought to unbalance, she found footing anew.

her paws scraped ice as she twisted with him, absorbing the force of his shove and taking it in stride. her teeth latched to the kaan's scruff, tugging at the ruff of fur at his nape as she struck, bracing the brunt of her weight against him. if he wanted her strength, her skill, she would show him—with the oncoming war, she must.