Duskfire Glacier limitations

faust feels her shift, the way she moves with the force instead of against it. smart. his muscles tense, bracing as she rolls, anticipating the counter.
she does not yield. good.
his breath is steady despite the burn in his limbs. his weight shifts, adjusting his footing on the slick ice. in a blink, he strikes again—fast, sharp, aiming to hook his foreleg behind hers and drive her down.