Toil and trouble

The other man mirrored his own actions, fangs sinking into the thick hide of the bear's throat. Aristaios tightened his grip, feeling the bear's roars turn into gurgles, its struggle weakening with every second. Blood flowed freely now, the vital points being relentlessly attacked by the two wolves.
As the bear's resistance waned, Aristaios could feel the end nearing. He didn't relent, knowing their combined effort would bring a swift and decisive end to the beast. With one final, powerful shake, Aristaios felt the life drain from the bear's body, its movements ceasing altogether.
He released his grip, stepping back with heavy breaths, blood dripping from his maw. Turning to the other brute, he gave a nod, acknowledging the crucial assistance. “Well done.” He said, his voice still carrying the adrenaline of the fight.

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