"And what happens if I don't want to fight you?" asked Arya as he stared at Averos with a dangerous glare.
Averos was a pretty girl with hazelnut brown hair, unlike her brother. She was pretty tall for her age, and if not for the robes she was wearing, there would be no doubt that she was well built.
"Rejection is not an option," replied Averos as she charged at Arya again, this time using even more air magic to increase her speed.
Arya realized that the attack was too fast to dodge, so he decided to take it head-on. "How strong could she possibly be?" he thought.
As the punch approached Arya's torso Averos was surprised to see that he wasn't trying to dodge it, "Very well, let's see if you can handle it."
Arya used both hands to try and reduce the impact of the punch, however, he still had all the air knocked out of him. He didn't waste a second to dwell on it, as soon as the punch connected he chanted an ice spell and froze Averos's hand in his.
