Duskfire Glacier maeth

didn't roll defense since crit, 1d20+3! a: 17

faust feels the bite land, the heat of it sharp through muscle—but he does not flinch. his weight shifts with the momentum, shoulder rolling into the blow rather than away from it. flesh tears, a shallow score—earned, and acknowledged.
but the kaan is not done.
with a grunt, he pivots hard on his hind leg, bracing against the pain. his jaws swing with brutal efficiency, low and fast, seeking to slash across astier's flank—just beneath the spine, where skin is thinner. a warning, not a death blow. not yet.
he doesn’t speak. there’s no need.
his body does the talking—each strike a sentence, each step a declaration. this is what faust is made for.