He missed! Guts is already under the pull of gravity as the bear rears up, slicing steel into its thick shoulder but leaving a wound that's not nearly lethal enough to down such a large beast. He hits the ground with a crunch of gravel, the bear easily towering several feet above his head as the blade is pulled from its diseased flesh.
With a pained roar from its throat, the tormented creature slams back on all fours, turning towards the source of its pain. A quick swipe glances the metal of his helmet - the claws could have easily taken his head if he were unarmored.
The boy squares himself, putting Lashan’s steel between him and certain death. The chaos of the men and Lashan seems to disappear as the lends all his focus on the enemy in front of him. The long claws on its paws, the frothing drool dripping from its fangs. The vicious glint of a tiny animal eye between the hornlike growths. It was more monster than bear to him.
His eyes remain dark and focused ahead, but make no mistake, there was a fear underlying it all. A slight tremble in his grip and in his legs as he thought of what to do next. Gambino taught him where the arteries of a man lie beneath his flesh - but would that work on a beast?
He evades a swipe, weaves between a tree, circles around to get in a better position. As nimble as he was, the angered creature was just as determined to follow and crush him. He takes any opening - recklessly, as was his style - landing a cut by the knee, a slash at the forearm, nothing deep enough.
Dark blood flows down the bear’s great limbs, one leg slightly hindered. Attempting to close in on this weakness, Guts falls prey to a full swipe from the beast connecting square in the chest. The claws rake across his breastplate and sends his smaller body flying, slamming hard against a boulder crowned by roots of a tree.
His vision goes white from the blow, head hitting hard stone, letting out a high grunt of pain. Miraculously, the boy was still clinging onto his sword, but he was too dazed to notice the bear preparing to charge into him. It was all he could do to remember up from down as he shakily attempts to get back up.
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With a pained roar from its throat, the tormented creature slams back on all fours, turning towards the source of its pain. A quick swipe glances the metal of his helmet - the claws could have easily taken his head if he were unarmored.
The boy squares himself, putting Lashan’s steel between him and certain death. The chaos of the men and Lashan seems to disappear as the lends all his focus on the enemy in front of him. The long claws on its paws, the frothing drool dripping from its fangs. The vicious glint of a tiny animal eye between the hornlike growths. It was more monster than bear to him.
His eyes remain dark and focused ahead, but make no mistake, there was a fear underlying it all. A slight tremble in his grip and in his legs as he thought of what to do next. Gambino taught him where the arteries of a man lie beneath his flesh - but would that work on a beast?
He evades a swipe, weaves between a tree, circles around to get in a better position. As nimble as he was, the angered creature was just as determined to follow and crush him. He takes any opening - recklessly, as was his style - landing a cut by the knee, a slash at the forearm, nothing deep enough.
Dark blood flows down the bear’s great limbs, one leg slightly hindered. Attempting to close in on this weakness, Guts falls prey to a full swipe from the beast connecting square in the chest. The claws rake across his breastplate and sends his smaller body flying, slamming hard against a boulder crowned by roots of a tree.
His vision goes white from the blow, head hitting hard stone, letting out a high grunt of pain. Miraculously, the boy was still clinging onto his sword, but he was too dazed to notice the bear preparing to charge into him. It was all he could do to remember up from down as he shakily attempts to get back up.