A Friendly Bout

"Are we really doing this grandpa?"

"No need to fear, our guest does not hold ill intentions, I am sure she will hold back her punches"

"No Grandpa, I fear I might accidentally hurt her.."

"Heh, try your best Yit"

Yityi ushered his reluctant grandson into the field of snow where Ellis stood on guard under the curious eyes of many yeti's surrounding the field

"Umm, miss, I don't want to hurt you so could you please call off the fight? Grandpa could see your fighting prowess using some different methods"

"I must show mister Yityi a direct comparison to your race's power, plus I am not as weak as you might think"

Ellis assured the young yeti and took a stance, confident in her ability to fight this supposed strong race head-on, no weapon or tricks needed

Meanwhile, Yityi was approached by an even bigger yeti than Yit, one with clawing marks peaking under his fur every time he moved, times of war certainly left their scars on him