Polar Plunge

Rœkia tensed as she saw the bears head twist around toward her but the man at the front managed to distract it yet again. Perfect! He bought just the time she needed. She scissored her jaws, working further through flesh and muscle to the bears achilles tendon. White a fierce twisting of her head she sliced through the tendon and immediately the bear's stance changed as the limb was lamed. The bear roared and flailed. Taking that as her cue to get the heck out of dodge she let go and sprang to the side, the bear's claws clipping her left thigh as she got out of the way. She skidded to a halt and turned to face the bear. It stumbled to its feet, bloodied and battered. It seemed unsure if it wanted to continue. Rœkia's hackles raised as she took a step menacingly toward the bear, trying to look as fierce as she could to finish driving it off.