I was hard to maintain a clear head. The blood dripping from his mouth was a clear sign at the injuries that racked his body, but he still kept to his feet. Facing off against the bear, the moment he let his guard down, he was dead. And no matter how many times he hit the damn thing, it just kept coming.
Not that he thought it would be otherwise.
Even still, his body felt like stone, his breath was like lava in his chest and the edges of his vision blurred, ever so slightly. He knew the thing was playing with him, but that didn't matter.
He was playing with it too.
Another barrage, another barely missed attack that broke the very ground on which he stood. Laz was down on his knees, but managed to roll to the side anyway, the armor barely even felt in this moment.
Laz stabbed his knife at the outstretched arm, but like a flint on steel, it only caused sparks and couldn't penetrate the surface. It didn't take long for even the well made blade to shattered from the beasts hide.
