Duskfire Glacier bran

def: 14 / atk: 2

The tide shifts beneath him as Blackfell rallies, driving forward with brute power borne of recovered footing and the fury that simmers beneath his scarred form.
Astier sees it, but cannot stop it. Teeth bite into the pale expanse beneath his jaw, where the chill clings to bone. A snarl twists the air between them, then momentum breaks through his defenses. His limbs buckle under the weight, head snapping back from the violent thrashing as snow scatters from the impact. Ice cracks beneath his frame.
Still; he does not cry out. Even as his body is hurled back into the very glacier that birthed him, the Wraith remains silent. But in his silence, there is no surrender. Only breath, collected and steady. Watching through the sting, calculating his next move… even if it is not yet. The retaliation comes eventually, a lunge forward, but it's weak, faltering.