Duskfire Glacier сейчас самое время умереть

his war cry answered by a man draped in black with eyes of burning crimson. unfamiliar to him, but carrying the scent of his blood-brother. the strength he exudes was no question; he would make a fine opponent. with a roll of broad shoulders and the pop of bone, the soldier nods. "aye." is all has to offer. there would be no room for words in their fight. only room for violence, the clash of teeth, and blood spilled.

footsteps heavy with purpose, Iosef moves forward to crash his chest against his opponent's. a crash of mountains, a test of power. pushing and admiring the resistance he's met with. weapons unsheathed for now, as he wouldn't aim to draw blood until his opponent had made his first move. for now, he assesses.