[Maybe it is that it's a fake bear that it doesn't act with the same instincts as a real one. Without hunger to drive it, maybe it really would resort to crushing blows over teeth. Or maybe it really is just luck.
Or maybe she's overthinking all of this.
Vin holds on to the thrashing animal for dear life, at least spotting her comrade scramble out of the way. She's just about to start thinking of a way to get herself out of this mess when she catches sight of fire springing back into the world again from the corner of her eye, which she watches, momentarily fascinated. She feels the furious roar rumble through the bear's entire body as the fiery punch hits its belly and one final thrash finally bucks her off. There's a moment where she hovers in the air, just extinguishing her iron before she crashes down into a display case, glass shattering all around her. Distantly, past adrenaline and urgency, she feels a different kind of fire spread across her skin from several cuts and pierces. Thankfully downgraded from "sliced to ribbons" courtesy of flared pewter.
The bear still isn't done, wheeling around toward her but she's one step ahead. Her fingers close around a shard and she swipes outward with a near-feral yell, drawing an angry red line across the bear's eye. This time the roar is notably more pained between her attack and the fire burning through the thinner hide of its belly and it pulls back, vomiting up a cloud of heavy, black smoke from its jaws.]
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Or maybe she's overthinking all of this.
Vin holds on to the thrashing animal for dear life, at least spotting her comrade scramble out of the way. She's just about to start thinking of a way to get herself out of this mess when she catches sight of fire springing back into the world again from the corner of her eye, which she watches, momentarily fascinated. She feels the furious roar rumble through the bear's entire body as the fiery punch hits its belly and one final thrash finally bucks her off. There's a moment where she hovers in the air, just extinguishing her iron before she crashes down into a display case, glass shattering all around her. Distantly, past adrenaline and urgency, she feels a different kind of fire spread across her skin from several cuts and pierces. Thankfully downgraded from "sliced to ribbons" courtesy of flared pewter.
The bear still isn't done, wheeling around toward her but she's one step ahead. Her fingers close around a shard and she swipes outward with a near-feral yell, drawing an angry red line across the bear's eye. This time the roar is notably more pained between her attack and the fire burning through the thinner hide of its belly and it pulls back, vomiting up a cloud of heavy, black smoke from its jaws.]