A frost Monkey was both a good and a bad match for Alicia.
If looked from one hand, she could win this very very easily if she used her flames. However her hatred didn't seem like it would allow her to use it.
On the other hand, the monkey was an ice type beast. If her ice isn't powerful enough it won't be able to harm the beast.
This was battle that outcome, no one was sure of.
Start.
The monkey moved first.
It leapt forward like a streak of white lightning, claws glistening with frost. A gust of frigid wind followed its path, coating the grass in a thin layer of ice.
Alicia didn't move. Her saber was already in hand, blade lowered, body relaxed—watchful.
The monkey's claws slashed forward, aiming straight for her chest.
Clang!
Alicia twisted her wrist and parried, the force of the blow pushing her a step back. Cold crept up her blade, biting into the hilt, numbing her fingers.
She gritted her teeth and pushed forward, slashing across the monkey's side.
