Duskfire Glacier interference

blackfell huffs sharply, amused, eyes gleaming in quiet laughter. he bumps shoulders firmly with faust in return, warmth lingering beneath their shared bruises.
ah, but then you'd still lose, cousin.
a dry chuckle escapes, rich and low.
at least you'd have company in defeat.
his teeth flash briefly, smirking, muscles relaxing from battle-readiness.