Duskfire Glacier We Light the Way

def: 3 / atk: 19

Astier hit the ground hard; the cold biting through his coat as snow exploded beneath him. The blow had landed true, enough to knock the breath from his chest. For a heartbeat, he lay still, steam curling from his nostrils into the frigid air. But the Wraith did not stay down.
He surged up with a grunt, movement sharp and practiced, the sting in his side fuelling focus rather than fear. His limbs gathered beneath him, and with a sudden burst of motion, he twisted toward Faust; silent, steady, and precise.
This time, he didn’t aim high. He struck low, sweeping in with jaws bared toward the Kaan’s leg, an answer to his own attack; not to injure, but to shake his footing, to disrupt the rhythm Faust had carved so ruthlessly into the ice. A breathless retaliation, but not without intent, each movement calculated, clean, and cold. Astier may have fallen, but he had not yielded.