Don't even have to leave home for this one.

Aresenn made impact with open jaws, and not long after did the others descend. He latched onto the beast’s shoulder with relative ease. The polar bear roared, its bittersweet breath fogging the frigid air. He dug his claws into the snowy tundra, anchoring himself against the bear's thrashing body in a brute testament of his raw power. His muscles rippled under a coat as white as the snow, which now dyed red in patches from where they took their strikes.

The adrenaline coursing through his veins diminished everything else to a dull hum. The icy wind's sting against his face, the taste of metallic blood in his mouth, the furious roaring and grunting of the beast beneath him-- none of it really mattered. The world itself seemed to narrow down to the fight, to the primal dance of life and death that unfolded in the valley.

"Aresenn Praetor"