The other beast turned towards them. Glacier eyes flitted sideways to Deimos. The general responded by sending icicles flying towards the beast. It hardly slowed the creature down. Shards of ice shattered against the ground as they fell from the beast's woolly back. The ursur threatened them back -- it's jaws opened wide and it roared toward them. It cracked it's jaws shut, swinging its great head and tusks. In the distance, Noah could see the herd of luxere that had been their target dart away, each bleating out the familiar call of apparent danger.
Noah swallowed hard as he felt something new rise up inside of him. It rose like a flame, starting small but soon engulfing everything he was. The hunter set his bow in the snow and slid off his pack. His eyes hardened on the ursur as he stepped away from Deimos and towards the beast. His own roar started as that of a man, but as he began to run towards the beast, his body twisted and his bones cracked. Within a blink, Noah was in his polar bear form, charging headlong at the ursur that matched his charge. The hunter roared again and went in for the attack. He crashed into the ursur with his front paws, trying to push the creature down and away. His strong jaws bit at it's neck, aiming behind the head.
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
