Battle Between Two Dragons

Hearing that, Avalerry felt all the emotions bubble up in her heart as she couldn't hold it in anymore. Fury surged through her veins. Pity? She didn't need that!

She needed her family and kingdom back!

"I don't need your pity! Where was your pity when you killed the army of my kingdom? Where was your pity when you slaughtered the civilians? Where was your pity when you murdered my parents?" she screamed, her voice shaking with rage.

"Someone as cruel and wretched as you doesn't know the meaning of pity! You thought sealing me inside that ice was a mercy, but it was just a mockery! The future Queen of Malerdor, unable to even touch a hair on your head!"

She summoned a scythe made of ice, its blade gleaming menacingly, and pointed it at Brigantiea.

"Fight me with the intention to kill me! Attack me with all your power and never, ever, throw pity at me again!"