Duskfire Glacier maeth

d: 12 (1d20+1), a: 22 (1d20+2) end of spar! i can make a new one.

faust feels the shift as astier dodges his strike, the air cracking with the rush of missed contact. the flash of movement catches him, a sliver of moonlight gleaming in astier's eye, and for a moment, faust’s strike cuts only air. the cold snap of realization runs through him. he isn’t just sparring with a skilled opponent—this is a test, a sharpening of the edges.
he feels astier’s response before the attack lands, the fluid motion as he sweeps in low, jaws snapping just below his shoulder. faust shifts, his body twisting, narrowly avoiding the bite, the brush of teeth scraping against his fur. a low growl rumbles in his chest, but there’s no frustration in it—only the thrill of the fight.
his gaze sharpens, tracking the ghost of astier’s movements. faust’s instincts flare, and in that brief flicker, he lunges—quick, precise, his teeth sinking into the side of astier’s neck, the force of his bite not to maim, but to claim, to mark the end of the spar.
the moment hangs, breath heavy between them, the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. faust pulls back just enough, his jaws loosening, but his eyes remain sharp, the challenge still burning. good fight, he mutters, voice low, gravelly, satisfaction echoing in his tone.