Raven's Watch [m] α

LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY! I'm not too familiar with combat, so this is a learning spot for me ^^'. I imagine Faust barrel rolls into both of them, but is aiming for Skorpa to make space.

utterly still, save for the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he dragged in deep, steadying breaths. his smirk was slow to surface, crawling onto his face like a crack spreading across the icy veneer of a frozen lake. the mocking words of the vile man echoed in his ears, their venom stoking the inferno simmering within his chest.

his green eyes burned like shattered glass in sunlight, his expression shifting from feigned indifference to something much darker—feral, untamed. every fiber of him coiled like a spring, ready to unleash the wrath of a northman, the wrath of something far greater and more terrible than mortal rage.

fuck this, he snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl, the sound reverberating through the frostbitten air as he turned on his heel. his movements were deceptively casual, his broad shoulders loosening as though he were conceding.

a single step.

another.

and then he was upon them.

faust's immense form moved with the power of a glacier breaking free, an unstoppable force fueled by unrelenting fury. he surged forward, the smirk on his lips replaced by a snarl that could have been born of the gods themselves.

the air cracked with the impact as his massive frame collided with the pair, his bulk and momentum enough to knock them both down. his focus was singular, his strength unyielding, as he aimed to wrest the disgusting male from ayovi, to flip him onto his back and pin him to the earth.

faust's claws dug into the snow, his muscles straining as he loomed over the man like a vengeful shadow, his presence a testament to his northern blood. his green eyes flicked to ayovi for the briefest of moments, a glimmer of something softer buried beneath the primal rage, before he snapped his gaze back to his enemy.

he would not let this go unanswered. not this.