Duskfire Glacier interference

blackfell's eyes flash with a predatory gleam as faust's jaws snap toward his nape. instinctively, he ducks his head, but faust still takes hold; enough to drive him back.
the icy ground shifts beneath them, each movement a calculated risk. blackfell pivots on his hind legs, muscles coiling, tearing himself free of his fleeting grasp.
he lunges to the side, aiming to flank faust.
with a swift, forceful motion, he drives his shoulder toward faust's ribs, seeking to unbalance him.