"Thud!"
"Do you really only amount to this much, Alagina?"
Deep within the tavern room, the tall Helena fiercely punched Alagina's face, the massive impact blossoming on her skin, like the sonorous toll of a bell awakening her senses that had been dulled by the prolonged frost of the Ice Prince, bestowing upon her a sharp pang of true pain.
Alagina's gown, torn from the fight, revealed her fairly robust muscles. She gave a cold glance at Helena, whose helmet had been dented inward, and spit out a mouthful of bloodstained saliva, then stood up once again.
"You... have not improved at all, just like when you were a decade older than me yet still got your eyes swollen by my punches as a child..."
"Is that so?"
Helena scoffed disdainfully, then violently yanked off her helmet to reveal a face that bore a slight resemblance to Alagina's. Her face was smeared with colors from Alagina's recent attacks, but Alagina's own visage, smeared with plenty of blood, was not much better off...