Going to get? It perturbs him when Lashan speaks like she knows him, or knows the future, somehow. Maybe wisdom like that simply comes in exchange for being old and shriveled. He briefly considers how much of a pain it'll be to get new armor and weapons if her prediction comes true.

"Wasn't doubting that." he says, in response to her assurance to the completion of the job. "You blacksmith types are more honest than mercenaries and nobles, and I did my end of the bargain."

Usually. He'll still give the sword a good examination.

"But sure, next Bear'll get a lot more thrusts than slices. The little cuts only seemed to piss it off."

On a human, the injuries might have slowed them down quicker. The big bear had more blood to lose without abating its pursuit. He would have been in trouble if he didn't catch the edge of its ribcage when it reared up. It was easier to gauge where its heart was, then.

"If I want to find more weak spots, I'll have to take a closer look at that corpse."

At the veins and arteries and entrails, in particular. The neck was an obvious option, always, and the chest. He is fairly certain if he could split open plate, he could do the same with an animal skull too, if he had his heavier blade. But if there were spots in the arms and legs he could sever, some big artery somewhere that can kill it faster, that'll spare the edge of the greatsword.