blood in the water

As the bear roared in defiance as the dual assault, its attempts to shake off the fiery male only fueled Caedes to strike with more ferocity. Caedes offered no greeting in the head of battle, only continued his onslaught of attacks. Every bite was coupled with a dodge as he kept the bear whirling, but there was a moment where he slipped on the terrain, earning him a sharp slice of claws onto his shoulder.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as his maw snarled in anger and pain. He cursed himself, his body unaccustomed to the way the rocky landscape seemed to crumble beneath him, and his own weight began to tire him faster. But this was what he lived for – the thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration of the battle, the primal satisfaction of emerging victorious against all odds. He saw an opening, the bear rearing back, with a lurch that was half purposeful and half a stumble he leaped at its throat, snapping his jaws around it.