I wasn't even looking for trouble!

Romulus had intended to cripple the bear, which his thrashing to its hamstring had done effectively. The ursine was slowed and off balance, but even handicapped the way it was, the stupid creature refused to surrender and flee. He'd hoped that dealing a grievous enough wound and seeing itself outnumbered would encourage the bear to leave, but it seemed like this would be a do or die sort of day. Well, have it your way! Sharp fangs still bared, Romulus backed away from the bear when it began to swing wildly, stalking around to try and find another good opening. Rudyard was making a grand spectacle of himself while he distracted the grizzly, deftly dodging its swings while it shambled about. Even still, Roman worried for the one time one of those paws might not miss. They needed to end this fight quickly.

The silver and slate brute got his opening to do just that when Rudy got the bear to turn fully away from him. Realizing that this was his chance, Romulus made a daring move of running for the bear, leaping up onto the bear's back and clawing his way up the grizzly's massive frame. The grizzly bellowed in confusion and started to rise up again, but this was what Roman had wanted. With all its weight going back onto its injured leg, the bear was top-heavy and unstable. Roman kicked with powerful legs off of the bear, sending it wobbling and toppling over onto its back. Its delicate vulnerable underside exposed, Romulus charged the bear again, leaping up its soft belly and going straight for the throat with open jaws and exposed fangs.

The sensation of flesh tearing and arteries popping in his jaws brought a rush of victory to the young brute. The coppery flavor of blood flooded his mouth and coated his tongue, a sweet taste of success! The bear gave a gurgling, strangled roar and flailed to try and hit the wolf or grab him, but the coup de grace had been dealt. Roman ripped his fangs from the bear's throat, bringing with him a chunk of fat, flesh, and fur as crimson soaked into the grizzly's brown pelt. He rolled off of the bear, narrowly avoiding razor claws from clipping his head, and spat the fur from his mouth, watching the bear roll about in weak effort to stay alive while it slowly bled to death. Romulus turned to look at Rudy, giving his partner a smirk and a nod. If the Carpathian wanted the honor of finishing it off and killing the bear, it was all his. Otherwise, time would do their work for them in a matter of minutes.

"Romulus Armada"