I'm A Fighter

Fia was learning quickly to watch Saracyn for every move he made even while her attention was directed straight onto the bear. She'd see as he bound up onto the stone face, and jump back on top of the bear. She stayed where she was for just a moment before unlatching and taking a couple steps back. She huffed a little from the amount of work while little wasn't what she was used to. She was much smaller than her brother in many ways, but almost at her full height as the year would come around.

The bear stumbled and moved it's focus onto Saracyn as he was the only offender for the moment, and it gave Fia that opportunity to strike in again. Her eyes looked up over the upwards side of the cliff that Saracyn had just used to his advantage and without hesitation she fell back onto her haunches and sprung forward for that reflective momentum off the side of the mountain. She felt the stone slip under her paws and for just a second she was worried that she had made a huge mistake by taking on more than she could handle. It would all come together though as her body flung towards the bear and her claws were piercing into it's chest going upwards of it's shoulder. It was enough to get the bear to topple finally, falling under the weight of the wolves.

Fia fell harshly on her back to the ground with the bear, but that quick adrenaline had her spinning to finish the job. The top half of it's body was hanging over the cliff's edge and it struggled to maneuver itself back into safety. Fia reacted fast by throwing her sharp feline claws forward into the ribcage of the bear, it's pain response making it retract away from them and in the end off the steep slope of the mountain. Again, it took her a moment to register but a grin pulled up on her maw maybe more than her brother had ever seen. Maybe it was just the thrill of the fight that had her so celebratory, but it was unlike anything she had experienced before. Still catching her breath, she stayed peering down over the edge of the mountain, "Should we make sure it's dead?" There was a bit of a humorous tone in her voice, more just from that cheery look on her face. She wouldn't have minded if it perished a long and painful death, but maybe they should make sure there hadn't been a slim chance it survived.

"Fiametta"