GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
There was something wrong with the bear's around here in Harbringr's mind. They were more aggressive. Most sensible predators went out of their way to avoid a fight. Any injuries received by either party could put them both at risk of starvation but fine, if the bear wanted a fight it would get a fight. His thoughts flickered to the spears for a moment but by then his body was already reacting, trained by years of conditioning. Very rarely was there time to actually think in a fight, one's body just reacted and he dove down like quicksilver slipping straight between the bears front legs as his fangs seized hold of the patella of the bears left hind leg. He bit down hard and immediately began to thrash at the same time he heard the bear roar in pain. He did not know that Zee's spear had forced its way through the bears left shoulder. As a result the bear began to pitch and fall. Harbringr afraid of being crushed raced out from under the creatures descending bulk.
He quickly turned taking in Zee and the broken spear as he turned to face the bear. He then barked out a laugh. "Aha! Good show!" Surely after that the bear would relent. It did not. Instead the creature rolled back to its feet and let out another massive roar. "Come on, we can do this!" He snatched up one of the spears in his jaw and immediately aimed it for the bear's throat. The bear immediately responded by rearing up and out of the way of the fearsome points. Stubborn thing! Why wasn't it retreating?
