Duskfire Glacier maeth

good with me! astier hits. rolling 1d20+2 for defense, 1d20+1 for offense (given his skills.). d: 5 a: 20 crit hit!

the hit lands.
astier’s shoulder slams into him, a deft strike—calculated and clean. it jars faust’s footing for a beat, his claws digging into the loam, breath forced from his chest in a sharp snort. the wraith was fast—faster than most. but the kaan was made for the counter.
he doesn’t stagger. doesn’t pause.
instead, with a sharp pivot, faust twists into the momentum, harnessing the shift rather than resisting it. a dark blur of muscle and frost, he lets the motion carry him halfway around—then strikes.
his head drops low, teeth snapping upward in a brutal arc aimed for the shoulder that had just struck him. a growl rumbles from deep in his chest as his jaws clamp down—hard. flesh gives. blood bursts warm into his mouth. he does not linger, but tears free with the sound of shearing skin, leaving a harsh rake of crimson behind. a mark.