Bear Butts [Fighting Skill Points]

OOC: Sorry this took a while, I wrote a reply for this a while ago and it looks like it didn't post x.x


They were doing well, all things considered. Ignatius hadn't really expected for a brawl with a bear to go terribly well, but so far all three of the wolves had avoided serious injury. Pulling himself back to a standing position, snow clinging to his fiery pelt, Ig snarled and bounded forward to get right back into the fray. His back felt a little bruised since the snow he'd landed in had been a bit more solidly packed down than an ideal cushion ought to be, but for the time being he ignored it in favor of focusing on the fight at hand.

Seeing the yearling male batted away and swiftly pinned by the bear, Ig changed his intended course towards the animal's hind leg. Racing around it's side in a half-circle, he sought to slam his chest hard into the middle of it's right shoulder, hoping to use some momentum to knock it away from the prone form of the younger male. Simultaneously he'd lift his right front leg and seek to scrape it down the bear's right front limb, hoping his claws could do some damage to the more sparsely furred spot. Meanwhile his jaws parted and he'd bite down hard on the creature's neck, intending more to cause pain and discomfort to dissuade the animal from remaining here than to do real damage.

The enraged bear stumbled, roaring in protest as it took a few steps back, pawing at Ignatius to shove him away when he bit down, freeing itself from his grip after a couple attempts.