Duskfire Glacier maeth

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faust turned at the sound of astier’s voice, gaze cold and calculating. the snow gave beneath his weight as he stepped toward him, the slope behind casting long shadows down the ridge.
a long breath left his nose. not a sigh—just control.
then fight me, he said simply.
his eyes swept over the wraith’s lean frame, noting the stillness in his limbs, the coiled control beneath the surface. calm—quiet—but not soft. no, astier carried a blade beneath that silence. faust would see how sharp it was.
he circled once, don’t hold back, he warned. if you fall, it better be with blood in your teeth.
then, with the low rumble of thunder in his chest, he lunged—testing. watching. learning the boy’s rhythm. not to humiliate, but to hone. to teach him the glacier did not forgive weakness. not even in men like them.