Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

Slapped away quickly, claws cutting deep into his nape, shoulder, and neck; but his attempt was not lost. It was the perfect distraction as intended, allowing the others the opportunity to rush in while the ursine was focused on the immediate threat. While Sappquique backup rolled in one by one, launching themselves to the killer bear - Rosencrantz quickly stood up once more. Blood pooling from his wounds but not keeping him down, not yet. 

This time the others would be his distraction while he aimed to find his target under the creature. To the tender fat of his underside and bite, rip, chew at anything he could reach and dig his way through the bear's gut, legs, and inner thighs. Anything he could get his teeth on so long as he was able to remain underneath the thing. Here, he would do the most damage possible where the flesh was softest and left mostly unguarded.