Oh Pooh... bear

The woman charged forward and Álarr couldn't help but grin despite the danger they were in as the bear struggled to deal with being attacked on two fronts. It was clearly getting disoriented and frustrated. That frustration would give them the key to winning this fight if they could just avoid any serious injuries. The bear suddenly whirled as it sensed the woman's approach and the two met in a collision of blood and fury. Álarr instinctively dove forward, ripping into the tendons of the bear's left hind leg, trying to cripple the creature or at least slow it down enough that they could end this. He could feel his side beginning to ache, his breath starting to come in sharp gasps. They were running out of time to finish this. The bear suddenly kicked back sharply, catching Álarr in the chest. He gasped and stumbled.

The bear eyed the woman for a moment before rounding back on Álarr. It rose onto its hind legs, revealing its full and terrifying height. Álarr felt fear course through his limbs but as the bear came crashing down, forepaws seeking to smash him Álarr knew what he needed to do. He darted forward, angled his horns and as the bear crashed down, unable to stop itself it impaled itself right on his horns. The impact strained Álarr's neck the bear stumbled, its limbs shaking. Blood and whatever was in the bear's entrails went oozing out onto his head. Álarr tried to pull free but the weight of the bear was pushing down on him. He scrunched his neck and rolled his shoulders forward to better brace his head. Fucking hell how was he going to get out of this one?