The sharp sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed across the bloodstained snow as Aric and Yrsa clashed, their breaths forming misty clouds in the cold air. Aric's eyes were narrowed, focused, as he dodged and weaved through Yrsa's blows.
His body moved with the precision of a seasoned martial artist, his footwork agile, fluid, each strike calculated. But for every punch he landed, Yrsa retaliated with force tenfold. Her raw power was overwhelming, and each time her fist met his body, the impact rattled his bones, sending sharp jolts of pain through his limbs.
"How dare your kingdom harm our people and trick us," Yrsa spat, her voice seething with rage as she swung her arm, her fist aimed at Aric's ribs.
Aric barely managed to block it, the force of the blow still driving him back several feet, his boots dragging through the snow. His arm trembled from the impact, but he grit his teeth, refusing to falter.