The two men grappled in the confined space, their bodies pressed together in combat.
Thomas tried to push Renard away while gathering magical energy, his free hand beginning to glow with a soft blue light. Renard pressed forward relentlessly, trying to prevent the spell from forming. He could feel the heat building in Thomas's palm - whatever the elder was preparing, it would be dangerous in such a small space.
Thomas managed to grab Renard's shoulder with his non-glowing hand and shove him back against the wooden door. The impact sent a dull thud through the bathroom, and Renard worried about the noise carrying to other rooms. But he used the wall as leverage, planting his feet firmly and driving his knee toward Thomas's stomach with all his strength.
