[ He's here to move instead of think. Any creature does well to protect its belly — it's usually the soft part more vulnerable to attacks, not as dangerous to go after than the throat. By the virtue of that being below jaws, usually. But hitting the bear feels like trying to drive his fist through a wall, solid muscle making his arm ripple with the kickback. Still, it does the job, stinking fur filling his nostrils while it stumbles back out of his range and bucks Vin in the same movement.
There's a collision, the sharp crunch of glass, paws pounding the floor. A brief spray of blood when Vin tries to drive it off again, then the smoke, thick and dark. It smells like Murkwell. Maybe because it's been conjured means it won't tire, or can't be defeated... he presses a ch noise out through his teeth. ]
This is endless...
[ A statement hot on his heels as he goes into the smoke, avoiding trunk-like limbs until he finds the crumbled display case. Reaching in, he goes to try and yank Vin out. He's not trying to cause more damage, but he's moving quickly. ]
Come on!
[ This might be their only chance to duck this thing. ]
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There's a collision, the sharp crunch of glass, paws pounding the floor. A brief spray of blood when Vin tries to drive it off again, then the smoke, thick and dark. It smells like Murkwell. Maybe because it's been conjured means it won't tire, or can't be defeated... he presses a ch noise out through his teeth. ]
This is endless...
[ A statement hot on his heels as he goes into the smoke, avoiding trunk-like limbs until he finds the crumbled display case. Reaching in, he goes to try and yank Vin out. He's not trying to cause more damage, but he's moving quickly. ]
Come on!
[ This might be their only chance to duck this thing. ]