Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

faust met her head-on, muscles tensing as he braced for impact. she was fast—faster than he expected. her lunge sent a shock through his frame, paws sliding against the frozen ground as he shifted his weight to counter.
with a sharp snarl, he twisted, using her own momentum against her, aiming to shove her off balance. no words, no warnings—just the raw clash of force and instinct. teeth bared, he pressed forward, testing her, pushing her. show me what you’ve got, jora.