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Aristaios barked out a rough laugh as he watched the small woman hurl herself at the grizzly's face. Reckless, yes, but her ferocity was undeniable. He admired her spirit, even if it bordered on suicidal.

“Hang tight!” He growled, his eyes never leaving the bear as he regained his balance from his previous attack. “You're doing good. Keep it busy, won’t ya!” Didn’t women like to be talked through it? She was awfully small though, but he supposed by her scent she was an adult. That or his nose was shit.

As the bear roared in frustration, swiping at her with its massive claws, Aristaios seized the opening she created. Her bite had drawn the beast's attention, and now it was his turn to strike. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance, aiming to bring the grizzly down for good.

His teeth sank into the bear's neck, muscles straining as he used every ounce of his strength to wrestle it to the ground. The bear struggled, but Aristaios was relentless, driven by the thrill of the fight and the need to kill.

With a final, decisive twist, he brought the bear crashing down, its massive form hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Aristaios held on until he was sure the fight had left it, then released his grip, stepping back to assess the damage.

Blood stained his fur, and his breath came in heavy pants, but they had done it. He turned to her then, nodding his approval with a wicked smile plastered across his maw “Not bad, not your first rodeo.” Statement of fact, not a question.

He glanced at her shoulder, noting the fresh wound. “You alright? Looks like you'll have a hell of a story to tell, though.” Launching yourself at a bears face with such a small body, like a little furry missle— it was a compliment.


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