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The men howled, alerting the ursine to their presence, but Resin was quiet. She prompted the pair down the ramp and into the main, sunlit chamber. It would make a good battleground and would make it more difficult for the bear to escape. She knew that Iolaire would be up top somewhere. She wasn't going to risk having a giant, injured bear running straight into the small fae.

Down at the bottom of the wide, open chamber, the giantess prepared herself. In her mind, she flipped a switch. War mode activated. She stared off into the darkness ahead. The acrid stench of bear was thick in the air. It was here. She knew it was here. And then, from the darkness, came that familiar panting groan. It was coming.

"Ready yourselves," the one-eyed woman growled. Widening her stance, she continued to watch the darkness. It seemed as though it took forever, but eventually a shape moved within the shadows. It was a hulking beast. Larger than any bear she'd ever seen. It was old and covered with scars. This bear knew battle. This wouldn't be easy and for that, Resin was glad. Though she was old, the woman enjoyed a challenge. Her pulse began to race, blood pumping through her corded muscles. Behind her, she couldn't stop her tail from lashing back and forth. She was ready.