Duskfire Glacier I am the cut that ends foes—

he saw the opening just as she moved to flank—silent, calculated. the beast’s head turned, ears flicking toward something distant. not them. not yet.
that was enough.
with a burst from his haunches, faust closed the gap in a flash. stone beneath his paws gave way to the weight of his charge. he struck like a hammer, his body slamming into the cat’s flank with brutal force. his jaws sought the shoulder, aiming to cripple first, to unbalance.
the puma shrieked.
and in the sound, he called her forward with a low, guttural growl—now.