"So choose Princess of Northrend will you stand and fight or will you become their food?" Said Frost boldly with his glaive outstretched before him and Avira, pointing at the masses of spiders clambering over one another to attack them.
Avira stared at the enemy, her heart quivering in fear whenever her gaze passed over the faces of the huntsman species, the massive iceborne variant in particular. But along with that fear there was a fire, the will to live, to fight, to survive and gradually while staring at Frost's large back that will started to overcome the fear.
She still trembled at the sight of the Iceborne huntsman but her will to live was becoming stronger than her fear. Avira wiped away her tears, punched the snow beneath her and rose to her feet with eyes filled with determination. She gripped her rapier, took stock of her throwing weapons, secondary weapons as well as her wand before steading her breathing.
