Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

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The Sapphire dove in with gnashing teeth and winkled lips, but when the great beast rocked back onto its hind legs Njord balked at the sheer size of the beast. It’s massive 5-fingered paws slapped at the relentless Sapphiquians... but they were berserkers – incensed by Raleska’s death.

As he zigged and zagged around the bear Njord could see the blood start to flow. The Ursus’ claws sliced through flesh easily like a soft cheese. First Rosalyn began to bleed and then Rosencrantz, who was cut deeply across the nape. Njord paused, shocked that the pale knight had received such a blow. Hesitating was a great mistake.

Shardik’s beady eyes targeted the frozen man and wound up. Njord, who spied the large paw hovering above him, scrambled to escape the bear’s range, but it was a fruitless effort. The Ursus’ swing nailed him across the haunch and sent the man flying, tumbling away in the blood soaked snow.

Dazed, Njord struggled to find his footing. He hurried, but swayed (probably a bit concussed). The wolves, who appeared like colorful smears in Njord’s vision, continued to attack the bear like angry hornets. His pack needed him! Pull it together, he told himself. Wish a shake of his head and a whip of his fiery tail, Njord ran back into the fight. As Rosalyn was momentarily knocked back, Njord took her place. A relentless affront: the tactic of wolves. He bit at Shardik’s open wounds and latched onto the bear’s hide. He would not let go unless Shardik's flesh came with him.