One Fist of Iron, One Fist of Steel

Éldi stumbled back to his feet, panting as he tested his limbs for a moment. Everything seemed to be in place and nothing was dislocated but he was going to have some impressive bruising. Hopefully everything would heal before Valkyrie wanted to go raiding. Well, if it didn't maybe she could just roll him into their opponents. He quickly set his defenses, locking them down tight as he assessed where the battle was at. He had to say he was impressed with Ares and glad the man was as eager to dive into battle as he was. This earth was no place for cowards, that was for sure.

Ares had seized hold of one of the bears back legs eliciting a bellow of pain from the massive grizzly. Éldi dove forward seeking rip into the side of the bears face as a distraction but he didn't move quite fast enough to help Ares who was quickly knocked aside. However, Ares attacked opened up the bear to Éldi's as it had assumed he'd stay down. Fool. Jaws flung wide as Éldi launched himself at the bears face, upper fangs digging into the bear's left eye, lower fangs sinking into the bears cheek. It roared as Éldi closed his jaws together in a snap, ripping the flesh as he did so and preventing himself from getting a grip. He didn't want to be stuck to the bear where he was most vulnerable. The bear swung at him and Éldi had almost avoided it but not good enough. Claws ripped into his left shoulder and he yowled for a moment, swearing. There would be no sneaking up on the elk now, not when he stank of blood but honestly they'd have heard the predators fighting by now.

Éldi steeled himself for another assault as the bear rubbed weakly at its head, backing up as it did before turning and limping away. It had had enough of these wolves.