Avacyn wasn't neccessarily the type to go out of her way to fight or hunt something large and dangerous the way her brother was at times, but after all the work that Saracyn had done with her for the upcoming celebration she felt like he more than deserved for her to do something he would enjoy with him. She had tracked a grizzly bear up through the mountains earlier that day and its scent was still pretty fresh so she had a good feeling that they would find it pretty easily. She didn't tell Saracyn what she had planned for them at first, just telling him to follow her through the mountain pass and then waited to see if he would notice. As they moved through the rocky terrain and pine trees the bear's scent got more noticeable and she glanced toward Saracyn with a little grin. "Wanna fight something big and fuzzy?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Avacyn found him lying out in the late autumn sun sharpening his switchblades with one of the smooth water stones, surrounded by fallen leaves that matched the colors of his coat. Saracyn hadn't asked any questions when his sister bid him to follow her, simply slipping his wrist blades back on and trudging along behind her up into the mountains. As they headed up, he began to pick up on an unfamiliar scent, nose twitching and nares flared as he sampled the air. There was another predator around here. As if reading his mind, Ava turned to ask if he wanted to fight something big and fuzzy. A curious brow raised above an eye and a wicked grin flashed rows of the young brute's sharklike teeth in a deadly smile. "You know I do," he replied, rolling his shoulders to limber up his body. Any day he got to fight and kill something was a good day in his books.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Avacyn returned her brother’s grin as he accepted her offer eagerly. As much as she wasn’t the most eager fighter between the two of them, his excitement was contagious and she was just happy to do something with him that they both could enjoy together. She motioned him forward, following the scent of their target through the mountain path until they finally reached a small cave.

The grizzly bear’s scent was incredibly strong here and she knew this had to be its den. She crept forward, peeking into the den. A large mass of brown fur was curled up inside and she glanced back at Saracyn, giving him a smirk and a little nod of her head toward the cave, lifting a brow with a silent question over whether he’d like to kick off the fight.

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Although Avacyn was the much more placid of the two of them, Saracyn still loved how his sister could go from the tranquil embodiment of austerity to a vicious and ferocious predator in the blink of an eye. All it took was the right incentive, a bit of prodding from her bigger brother, and the heat of battle to really get her going. It was a rarity for her to be the engager though, so he savored the moment and let her take the lead as they tracked down their quarry. Arriving at the bear's den, a wicked, toothy grin crept its way across the yearling brute's muzzle, cobalt eyes twinkling with violent delight at the prospect of the impending fight. He slunk his way behind Ava, surprisingly quiet as he stealthily followed behind his twin sister, their identical markings glowing faintly in the dim light of the cave. Not too far in, the massive lump of fur and fat could be seen sleeping peacefully. That was about to change.

Avacyn gave him a look that asked the silent question. Did he want to kick off the fight? Of course he did! The red galaxy of a wolf nodded once and tiptoed his way a little closer, just until he could hear the deep rumbling snores of the ursine. He lowered his athletic form into a crouch, rolling his shoulders to limber up and prepare for what was about to happen. Then the Mendacium prince lunged forward with a deadly snarl, leaping onto the bear's back and digging his claws into the thick hide of the predator. The bear woke with a confused grumble that turned into a pained bellow as Saracyn sank his serrated fangs into the back of the bear's neck. Razor sharp teeth tore through fat and fur like a hot knife through butter, tasting the salty tang of warm blood on his tongue. With a flick of a wrist, Sara extended one of his wrist blades and drove the serrated knife deep into his foe's side, feeling blood seeping out from around his paw from the wound.

The grizzly rose to its paws, now in a frenzied panic as it whirled around trying to whip the wolf off of him. Saracyn clung on as tight as he could, jerking his head back and forth to savage the ursine's neck. Though his bite wasn't quite strong enough yet to sink down to the vulnerable vertebrae of the bear's spine, he could still deal a good amount of damage—so long as he remained holding on, riding the angry bear much like a cowboy on an enraged bull.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Avacyn was close behind Saracyn as he crept forward and prepared himself to make the first contact with their new foe, getting into a fight ready stance herself as well. In true Saracyn fashion, he leapt up onto the bear's back while it was still sleeping and started tearing and ripping into the back of its neck with his deadly teeth. The pained roar he earned from the bear was pretty immediate and it only got worse when he stabbed one of his blades into its side, adding even more damage to his attack. Avacyn waited for an opening as the bear got up and started trying to throw Saracyn off. He held on tight, but Avacyn didn't want him to get thrown and hurt in the process so she wanted to get the bear to stop as soon as possible. As it started to turn away from her in his panicked thrashing, she went for its back leg and with a carefully placed slice of her leonine claws she cut through a major tendon near its knee making the leg buckle immediately. It caught itself with another roar, but it was now hobbling desperately on two legs so she quickly darted over before it could try to turn and get to her and repeated the process on the other back leg. That caused the bear's rump to immediately come crashing to the ground and rendered it immobile.

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Though many smart warriors likely wouldn't have recklessly thrown themselves on top of a slumbering ursine like he had, Saracyn had no fear of the bear he was riding like a bucking bronco. He had his sister with him, fighting at his side and watching his back. With Avacyn, he felt nigh invincible! Nothing could harm them so long as they stuck together. That proved factually true when, despite the bear's best attempts to throw him off, it could not while Avacyn was harassing it around its legs. With surgical precision, his crafty twin hamstrung the enraged bear, tearing through the tendons and ligaments that allowed locomotion in its legs. Now crippled and collapsing beneath its own bulk, the bear could only bellow in panic as it struggled to crawl away from the wolves, its hind legs rendered useless and dead weight. Saracyn wasn't going to give it the chance to flee however. With a vicious snarl, the tall adolescent lunged back up the length of the bear's back, coming to land almost straddling its shoulder blades while he extended the long, smooth, and wickedly sharp hidden blade from his second bracer. With a growl of effort, the prince drove the needle-like blade straight through the back of the bear's skull, penetrating right through the brain plate with several inches of deadly steel.

The bear gave a strange ululating sound as it was given a sudden and impromptu lobotomy, its beady eyes going wide while it stopped moving. Saracyn twisted the blade one way, then the other, slicing deep through gray matter. Each cut brought a macabre involuntary reaction from the bear, its limbs jerking and kicking out whenever the wolf would manipulate or damage another part of its brain. The grim show lasted for one a few moments though, and with the sudden trauma and hemorrhaging in its brain, the bear gave up the ghost and went limp, sinking to the ground dead. Saracyn withdrew his blade from the bear's skull, breathing hard from the effort exerted during the struggle, but ultimately unharmed. The boy wore a triumphant grin that flashed all of his wicked teeth as he stood atop their quarry, beaming down at his sister with pride. "Woo, what a thrill!" he said with a giddy laugh. "That was some quick thinking with its legs, Ava! Thanks for watching my back, sis." Now all that remained was deciding what they were going to do with the corpse. The bear's pelt was still nicely intact; perhaps they could make a blanket or bedding out of it to cuddle under during the harsh northern winter?

"Saracyn Mendacium"