Duskfire Glacier colliding

the glacier wind bit sharp, but faust stood unmoved, the cold a mere whisper against his thick coat. dawn had barely crested, the sky painted in muted hues of grey and blue, but he had waited long enough.
@Blackfell.
his voice carried over the frozen expanse, steady, firm. he did not need to explain. war loomed, and they were men made for it. blood demanded to be spilled, and faust would see to it that they were ready.
his green eyes burned, sharp as flint, as he braced himself. fight me.

crimson eyes search quietly, the face of the man. the coarse fur of a dark titan; black bristles against the biting wind. the mantle of silver thickens around his neck, guard hairs twitching into a rise.
a challenge he will meet. he itches to grapple, to heave and bite. an outlet for the rage that consumes and commands him.
he steps forward, muscles rippling beneath his shadowed pelt. voice emerging low and rough, a taunting growl.
blackfell lunges, a blur of shadow and strength, aiming to clash. head ducking to ram directly into the man's side and send him sprawling backwards.

the impact was brutal, a force that sent shockwaves through his ribs. blackfell struck like a hammer, driving into him with unrelenting power.
faust snarled, teeth bared, refusing to stagger. instead, he twisted, using the momentum to his advantage—his paws shifted, bracing against the ice, and with a sudden surge, he retaliated.
his shoulder slammed into blackfell’s ribs, a counterstrike meant to unbalance him. jaws snapped for purchase, aiming for the thick scruff at his cousin’s throat, seeking control.

blackfell's muscles coil beneath his dark pelt, absorbing faust's counterstrike. he staggers but doesn't falter.
will not falter.
feeling faust's jaws graze his throat scruff, blackfell twists violently, dislodging the grip. sliding with ease from his grasp, and whipping to turn it on him.
a guttural snarl, driving his hind legs into the icy ground, propelling himself sideways to slam faust off balance.
jaws instead snapping toward faust's foreleg, to grab and twist.

faust snarled as his leg was wrenched, the sharp jolt of pain igniting something vicious in his chest. blackfell was relentless, but so was he.
he let the momentum take him, toppling—but not without intent. twisting mid-fall, he braced against the ice, using the force to drive himself back up.
in a flash, he surged forward, slamming his weight down atop blackfell, pinning him beneath his chest.

blackfell's breath hisses through clenched teeth as faust's weight bears down. muscles bunch beneath his dark pelt, coiling like a spring.
with a sudden, explosive twist, he rolls, using faust's momentum against him. hind legs kick upward, aiming to unseat faust and reverse their positions.
jaws snap toward faust's exposed flank, seeking purchase but not to dig. this fight was not to maim. it was not about who was better.
it was to ready. to warm the blood. neither would fall in this war.

faust snarled, the sound ripping through clenched teeth as blackfell twisted beneath him. the shift was swift, calculated—momentum turning against him. hind legs braced, claws scraping against the frozen ground as he fought to keep his hold, but blackfell's force sent him reeling.
muscles burned with exertion, a shock of pain flaring as teeth grazed his flank, but he did not relent. twisting mid-fall, he wrenched himself sideways, shoulders rolling with the motion, using the impact to push back. his jaws snapped close, a breath from blackfell’s throat, his body coiling, ready to strike again.

blackfell's crimson eyes narrow as faust's jaws snap perilously close to his throat. with a guttural growl, he shifts his weight, muscles coiling beneath his dark pelt.
using his powerful hind legs, he propels himself sideways, aiming to evade faust's impending strike.
simultaneously, he snaps his jaws toward faust's exposed shoulder, seeking to latch onto the thick fur and flesh, intending to leverage his position and force faust off balance.

faust grunted as blackfell’s weight slammed into him, his footing slipping against the ice. the force sent him toppling, his back hitting the frozen ground with a dull thud.
snarling, he twisted, claws scraping for purchase, teeth flashing as he wrenched his shoulder free from blackfell’s grasp. his body coiled beneath the weight, hind legs bunching, ready to retaliate the second he found an opening.

blackfell senses faust's coiled tension beneath him, a predator's instinct warning of imminent retaliation.
without hesitation, he shifts his weight, muscles tensing, and leaps sideways.
aiming to avoid faust's impending strike.
as he moves, his jaws snap toward faust's hind leg, leaving him open for attack from above.