The confrontation between Ava and Private Sullivan was intense and marked by stark contrasts.
Ava's daggers glistened with a menacing promise in the winter sunlight as she deftly navigated the snowy terrain with her slender frame.
She was dressed in a functional leather vest and trousers, and as she moved across the snow-covered ground, she didn't even leave footprints since her power allowed her to slide across any surface, and for sure, the slippery ice only made her faster.
On the other hand, the Frantian soldier, armed with daggers, stood guard while wearing light armor. He held his weapons firmly in both hands, and the wind he created by moving caused his blonde hair to move in a swaying motion.