broken and bleeding but never gave up

Grimshaw couldn't get over how massive the feline was, and as it found itself settled onto the polar bears back he was simply shocked. The bear was crumpling beneath their weight and he could easily admit that he'd never seen anything like this before. If he lived to tell the tale afterwards, then he'd easily be told he was lying or hallucinating. Or even better, dreaming. How he longed for something as simple as a dream these days.

As the bear roared and suffered underneath the weight and fangs of the feline, Grimshaw sank his teeth deeper into the bears side. With a few shakes of his head, he tore free a large opening into it's barrel spilling blood though hardly enough to kill the massive animal quickly. Spitting the flesh and blood from his mouth, he went in for a second attack, latching his teeth onto the fresh wound he had just made and repeating his earlier actions. With another blow from the feline, this bear wouldn't last much longer. Certainly this had to be some kind of record.

"Speech."