Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

faust snarled as her teeth found purchase, the sharp tug against his nape igniting something primal in him. fine. he’d push harder.
his weight shifted, paws digging deep into the ice as he used his bulk to twist sharply, aiming to shake her grip and slam his shoulder into her side. force over finesse, brute strength meeting calculated movement. if jora wanted to prove herself, he would give her every reason to.
no half-measures. not in war. not here.