Duskfire Glacier limitations

jora barely had a moment to adjust before the weight of him wrenched downward, dragging her with him. the ice was unforgiving beneath her paws, and his strength bore down like an avalanche—crushing, relentless.

even as he twisted free, even as his shoulder crashed into hers, she rolled with the force instead of fighting it, letting the momentum carry her until she could find her footing once more.

"you're strategy is good." she appraised, "look for weak spots. everyone has them." then, like the snap of a bowstring, she lunged again, giving him the chance to defend.