I Met My Sleep Paralysis Demon.

His fangs sank deep into flesh, puncturing down into muscle and through vessels. But it wasn’t enough to cause the damage he was aiming for. Now that he was up close, he realized just how large the polar bear was. And, with that size, came an immeasurable amount of strength. The moment he made contact it was already twisting around, a massive paw swiping at him and making contact with his side. It smacked him against itself given his position, his side slamming against its thigh as claws raked across his skin. He yelped, then snarled through the fur and flesh in his mouth, before letting go and trying to stumble away in a daze.

The wind had been knocked out of him, which left him hacking and coughing. Blood splattered onto the ground, but he didn’t know if it was from the bear or him. Luckily Aresenn had initiated an attack, which made the bear turn its attention back to him. Which gave Sephiran a few moments to collect himself. He lunged forward, working against the fog that had started to settle inside of his head, and the pain that scoured across his ribs. He bit down on its shoulder, clawing at its body with his front paws, while he tried to use his strength to pull it down and anchor it. But he was no match for it.

"Speech"