Duskfire Glacier We Light the Way

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faust felt the strike land—sharp and quick—but it did not shake him. his body shifted to absorb the blow, using the momentum to stay upright, to keep his balance steady. the sting of pain was fleeting, replaced by a simmering focus, cold like the land around them. his eyes narrowed, the gleam of intensity in his gaze matching the bitter winds around them.
the moment astier moved again, faust did not hesitate. he dodged, pivoting just enough to avoid the snapping teeth aimed at his shoulder. then, with a fluid motion, he surged forward again, jaws open, swift as the mountain's fury. this time, the strike was aimed lower—fast and calculated, the pressure behind it meant to unbalance, to find that small crack in his opponent's defense.