Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

The aftermath of the meeting still left a sour taste in the Icebound’s mouth. With all the events occurring up until that point, it still felt as if nothing was resolved. Tembovu was distant, and Elsa was actually worried for his mental health. In the time she had known him, she’d seen him grow in positive ways. But now the demons or whatever he was hiding was accelerating his degradation. Elsa felt as if she was watching him fall apart. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to listen to his command. Now as a warrior, she was expected to spar with glass spikes at some point to help finish the quest.

There were two problems she had with this. One, her trust in The Elephant King was fading fast. She questioned all his decisions and motives now simply because of his inability to look past himself. Two, fighting with glass seemed rather cumbersome. Why fight with something so fragile? Not only was it dangerous in sparring sessions, but in terms of tactical battling there were so many things that could go wrong. Shattered glass could cut the inside of the soldier’s mouth, as well as the surrounding facial areas. It was too risky, yet for some reason no one seemed perturbed by that fact.

But what did Elsa know? She was nothing more than a mere number amongst fighters. Her thoughts and actions, which had still been previously written off, seemed to go completely ignored now. It was one of the things about stepping down that angered her the most. There was no one to question Tembovu, and if he was violent to her, she couldn’t imagine what he would do to Alysanne should she “step out of line”.

Thankfully a battle cry broke her from the brooding thoughts. This must be one of the glass spike participants. Edgar awoke from his slumber atop her head, peeping excitedly at the prospect of a battle. Although the zephyr was not fond of “real” challenges, the occasional spar made him feel like he was doing something worthy. Despite the creature’s apparent enthusiasm, Elsa recognized the call.

It was the General- It was Nyx.

Thoughts of the meeting came rushing back as anger started to trickle through her body. Some had pitied her for going into labor, but Elsa felt no remorse. She stood by what she had told general. Maybe this was the God’s way of giving her a chance to prove her point. If she could prove how detrimental pregnancy could be on the body, then Elsa would have nothing more to say. Her mother always told her actions speak louder than words.

Edgar took off into the sky above as the duo trudged through the morning fog in search of the General. Eventually they came to a flatland in the Edge. A common sparring ground for those looking to sharpen their skills. At first, the Icebound could not spot the silver mother through the fog, but as they traveled further in, she was finally able to make out the pale general and her equally pale companion lurking among the fog. Her lion companion, still unnamed to the Icebound, held a glass spike in his mouth, and another spike was already settled between the general’s teeth.

Elsa approached, carefully and quietly taking the spike from Nyx's companion before circling back to stand in front of her, just a couple feet away. The Icebound paused for a moment, trying to find the right spot to hold the glass. It settled uncomfortably in her mouth, and had a tendency to slide back and forth. Elsa snorted in annoyance, but finally found enough grip to ensure that it would (more than likely) stay in her mouth the whole battle.

With a short bow, Elsa greeted her superior in silence. Above, Edgar screeched, announcing his presence as well as the beginning of Elsa’s assault. Rushing forward, Elsa aimed to run head on into Nyx. She ran with her head curled to the left, and as soon as she felt that she was close enough to general, she flung her head forward in an attempt to impale her with the glass spike.

Elsa knew this was a dangerous move off the bat. Not only was Nyx free to counter with her own stab, but her deadly feline companion was also free to attack Elsa. Picking up on the subtle mental cue, Edgar dove, attempting to scratch at the cat’s face to keep him distracted while Elsa attacked Nyx.

If all went well, Elsa would leave mostly unscathed and Nyx would move on to accept Elsa’s previous criticisms.

"talk"
[771 Words || 1/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || @Nyx ]
[Elsa attempts to stab Nyx in the chest/front area. Edgar tries to attack Dominus's face. Sorry for the wait <3]