Their swords crashed together, and the sound of the rubbing of the metal rang in her ears.
“Argh!” he growled as he pulled away from her. His angry eyes filled with rage and darkness.
His chest heaved with effort as he took deep, furious breaths.
“Please…” she whispered. Then, still holding her sword in front of her. “Please, fight this! Come back to me!”
The man charged at her with another growl and a roar. Their swords clashed, and they fought back and forth.
He was a tall, thin man. His hair was a soft yellow, like the early morning light. His face was clean-shaven and young.
He wore leather armor, while she wore a long blue dress with a matching cloak. Her own honey-colored hair was pulled back in a mess of braids and knots.
He charged at her once more, and this time when she blocked him, she knocked the sword from his hand and kicked hard in the chest. He fell back into the snow.
She pointed her blade at his throat, and angry tears streamed down her cheeks.
