Duskfire Glacier interference

faust braces against the impact, feeling blackfell's weight crash into him with force. his muscles burn, but he does not yield—will not yield. he snarls, a guttural sound ripped from deep within his chest, shoving forward to meet blackfell’s charge head-on.
their bodies collide, raw power against raw power. faust twists sharply, aiming to hook his shoulder under blackfell’s chest and throw him off balance. teeth snap close to blackfell’s ruff, grazing but not yet biting. the thrill of the fight pulses through him, sharp as winter’s breath.
his breath fogs between them as he huffs a low chuckle, voice rough. again.