GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr focused on his breathing, seeking to get enough oxygen to his brain, while his limbs pulled as he struggled to get out from under the bear. Thankfully it had landed mostly on his lower half but there was still enough pressure on his diaphragm to be concerning. He was at a shitty angle! That was for sure. Hari wiggled and squirmed as he tried to push himself further out from under the beast.
Thankfully the massive youth he'd been fighting with ripped the bear a new one, causing enough pain for the creature to roll of him and go whimpering off into the woods. Harbringr took a big gulp of air into his lungs and stumbled to his feet. "Yea… yea, m'ok. Just need to catch my breath." He took another deep breath and coughed lightly. "You're a hell of a fighter kid, what's your name?"
