wrong part of town

fight 1/3

Hattori had never seen a white bear before. Given that wolves came in all sorts of colours it didn't seem all that special, at least until it clambered to its paws and Hattori realised just how massive it was. Tall and looming, with a form thick of mass and muscle. Despite all of the trouble he'd gotten himself into during his time in Boreas Hattori was content to leave the bear be as he picked his way over the rocks, giving it plenty of space to call its own. The ocean winds rolled over the Garden, blowing Hattori's scent right into the bears nostrils and then it was like a flip had been switched. It got to it's massive paws and sniffed at the air with slow and wheezing breaths. Now that he was standing he noticed that for it's massive size it looked awfully skinny, beneath the thick layers of muscle and fur he could almost see it's ribs. Like it hadn't eaten a proper meal in weeks.

And then it started walking his way, trotting and then running. Hattori took a hesitant step back, his hind talons clicking against stone as he readied to defend himself. The look in it's eyes was feral, almost manic as it charged him down, yellow teeth bared and saliva dripping. Hattori bounced out of the way and climbed up onto a rock and jumped down, using the momentum of falling to add more force into his swipe as he clawed at it's face. Blood splattered against the rocks and Hattori readied himself for a retaliation.

Except that despite it's initial swiftness the bear's reactions were slow and sluggish, pawing at him a second after he'd already moved from his spot atop the rock. It didn't even seem to register the cut he'd left on it's face nor did it seem to be in any pain. There was something very very wrong with this bear.