Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

They were met with no mercy, and showed none in return. One after another, one swing after the next, the bear fought them off. Drageda persisted, bloodied and determined, with him among them. When claws sailed through the air within his reach, his teeth dug through fur, met flesh, and his grip rang true. His focus pinholed and he only had himself and the bear in these fleeting seconds. But for all his force, the bear outmatched him with such remarkable ease. One swing of its arm and he felt his own weight going with it. He was forced to let go, although he hoped not without damage to the details of its paw. He didn't care how, or what, but all he wanted was for the wretched ursine to be gone--a thought that magnified tenfold as the other paw met him, lurching him back in a way few forces did.

Hooked and raked on his flank, he  was knocked aside, weightless, to finish in a harsh thud that he had to remind himself to breath after. In that instance, he lost track of the rest of it all--how the other attacks went, who else would suffer. Some rush of adrenaline mixed with fur, and bear fur in his bloodied teeth, rolled him upright quick after his initial discarding but pain came hotly to life with every single motion that followed. He had no time for worry now, and instead, when their foe loosed a sickening warcry, his blood iced. The wocha was sure he could not reach anything, nor anyone, in time, although hauled himself to his feet. Once up, he was still catching his breath.. and ignoring his hurts was proving more difficult.

His eyes set upon the ugly scene, he searched his reserves for hope of a new charge, or the right opportunity to retreat.