I'm A Fighter

From his position on top of the grizzly bear and attempting to keep it under his control, Saracyn couldn't exactly keep an eye on where Fiametta was in relation to the action. He only hoped that she had the wherewithal to keep herself out from underneath its feet and away from the cliff ledge. If not... well, he guess he'd have to explain to his parents why their youngest child was an idiot who got herself yeeted off a cliff by a bear. Fortunately for Sara, it seemed he wouldn't need to have that conversation, as a moment later he saw his fire-marked sister leap up onto the bear's chest, clawing at it while pushing it backwards to help him out. With the two wolves' combined strength, they got it right to the edge of the cliff, and with one more strong tug and a push from Fia to its chest, the bear went careening over the edge. Saracyn released his hold on the bear and kicked off of its thick form, landing on the mountain path beside his sister and turning to watch their opponent fall to its demise with a roar that echoed around the mountains until with a sickening crunching thud, it landed on the rocks far below.

All way quiet while Saracyn panted for breath, peering over the edge at the crumpled body of the ursine several dozen meters below them. With the way its corpse was strewn and twisted, there was no way it had survived. Still, Fia asked if they should go make sure it was dead. The red-furred prince raised a questioning brow to his sister as if asking "...Really?" and then gestured over the cliff to the sheer drop that the bear had fallen down. "Be my guest," came his sarcastic retort. Instead, Sara looked about until he found a decently sized rock and instead chucked it off the side, watching as it fell down, down, down to hit the bear in its head. The bear showed no reaction, made no more and uttered no sound. Saracyn scoffed and looked back to Fia. "It's dead." Taking a quick moment to look over his younger sibling, he asked, "Did it get you anywhere?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"