In the wind and snow, a young man from Gafura panted heavily.
With each breath, a large cloud of white mist puffed from his mouth, blurring everything before his eyes for a moment.
The weather was freezing, yet he was drenched in sweat; fighting was always the most physically demanding activity.
The stick in his hand no longer moved as nimbly as it did at the start; he'd been hit on the head by someone's club, and his head buzzed.
This was a brawl; the nobles did not wish to get involved personally in such cold weather, and of course, their elegance prevented them from fighting by themselves.
The incident of the old nobles getting brutally beaten by the young count several times had fermented, and the nobles saw this as clearly uncivilized behavior.
Like their medieval noble ancestors, they led their retainers into battle—mainly having the retainers do the fighting while they watched from the sidelines.
