Duskfire Glacier Piusik

Issorartuyok would not treat her as a child. She had wished to learn what it meant to defend, to protect that which she loved. He watched as she squared her body and then released a cry of war. She dove toward him with her strength, but she did not keep her eyes open. The northern man admired her fearlessness in the moment. It was a show of her spirit.

With his gaze upon her, he stepped away from where she would have struck him.

As she drew toward where he’d stood, Issorartuyok swung his skull down, aiming to crack his chin against the roof of her head. It would hurt, perhaps throb, but he wished for her to know how important it would be to keep her eyes upon her target. That fearlessness would only plunge her headfirst into death if she did not know where she was going.

Eyes open, mighty one. You must always hold the gaze of your target in your eye, his voice was for her.