Murder Mittens

Spark felt the bear moving under her hold and a giant head swung into view out of the corner of her eye and Spark started to release her hold, ready to dart out of the way of what would no doubt be a giant paw swinging towards her soon. But as she ducked out of the way she was surprised not to hear the telltale whiff of a hit just narrowly missing her head. Instead, she heard a roar of pain from the bear and she quickly backpedaled to avoid the sudden spin of the bear as she turned her head upwards to see the cat clinging to the bear's back.

The bear rolled and Spark sidestepped, keeping herself close enough to the bear that she could leap in when she saw an opening, which she did when the bear was starting to roll itself laboriously towards standing she darted forward again, this time her fang biting deep onto a hind paw, she clamped down, feeling her teeth slide into the joint of the bear's toes and she growled, pulling back. Spark was certainly not strong but at the very least the bear seemed a little stopped in its tracks, it grunted in pain and instead of rising to it's paws, rolled itself into a sitting position, a big paw reaching towards her and this time Spark didn't just hear the whiff, she felt the thick limb slap into the top of her skull as her attempt at a duck didn't quite cause the hit to miss her entirely. She gasped, released her grip, and backed up again, shaking the ringing from her ears and gritting her teeth against the slow bloom of pain across her head.

"Spark"