Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

faust rumbled, a sharp exhale clouding the cold air between them. her weight pressed into him, steady, unyielding. good. he wanted that fight, that fire.
then get up.
without warning, he shoved back, aiming to topple her once more—testing her, pushing her, demanding she meet him with all she had. war would not grant them steady footing. neither would he.

fade in your next so we can start a continued one?