Steel clashed with ice with a high-pitched screech, and Greatjon could feel his sword crack. His arm felt rattled by the strength of the blow. The last time he felt like this was when he sparred with his grandfather Hoarfrost, who hadn't held back one bit against the young not-so-Great-at-the-time Jon. He grunted and avoided a swing from the Walker before slashing straight for the opponent's unprotected neck.