Frozen, broken, on a world of ice, Dora murmured. In front of him, Rhea was immobile, her sword in front of his face.
Her devastating attack had stopped without doing any destruction.
Both were in this pose, in a silent world, but only after one word came from Dora's mouth.
"..."
Rhea's sword slowly withdrew, one, two steps back, the general increased the distance between her and Dora.
Her eyes were almost the same, no particular emotion, no shock, nor joy, just a slight surprise.
On Dora's side, his body reduced to a broken statue lowered his head, but his eyes were twitching with life.
"..."
His eyes view his legs, and the frozen ground. He tried to raise one hand, then a finger, his body was moving.
His eyes widened, widened a lot, his heart was filling with too many emotion.
Shock, surprise, devastation, euphoria, fear.