Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

fight post 8/

This fight was far more chaotic and disorderly than the last two. Though they were all still working as a team, from his shaky position atop the bear Hattori couldn't  see what the others were doing. The scent of blood filled his nostrils, beyond the wounds he'd inflicted he could sense that the others had dealt damage of their own. Just like Lynvarr, Hattori found himself wondering whether they ought to just kill the bear and be done with it. If any creature wandered in on them with all this blood, mess and a dead bear laying at their paws then they'd clearly have no survival instincts to speak of. There wasn't much he could do from atop the bear, aside from scratch and claw and just try to be as distracting as possible. It kept shifting its weight this way and that, making it increasingly more difficult to hold on.

Slowly inching his way up the bears spine he gripped onto the scruff of it's back and grabbed a hold of it's neck with his blood ridden canines. This worked, for just a moment before the bear directed all of it's focus for a second to shaking him off. Talons or not Hattori just couldn't hold on when it reared up on it's hind legs. The shinobi was sent flying off into the undergrowth, luckily it cushioned his landing as he laid there for a second and just sighed. It was tempting to just stay there and take a moment to breathe but time was of the essence, and so charging back onto the scene Hattori stabbed at the air with his horns. Ready to use them again if need be.