The Lalafell leaped forward, away from the red warbear as it slammed a paw into the water he was taking a small drink from. He rolled into the leap, flipping around and drawing up his fists…. empty. Kage eyed the axe he’d left behind at the tree, not wanting to get it wet when he got a drink and cursing himself for it.
The warbear, smaller than the others, growled as it stalked towards him. Kage licked his suddenly dry lips, seeing no way out, his frighted friends behind him. His nutkin. His fat cat. The mother griffin who was nursing her eggs, soon to hatch as they were. The owlet and the lesser panda. All the creatures that trusted in him and loved him; all of them behind him.
“Like the seven hells am I going to die ‘ere!†The Lalafell gave off his own little roar as he charged the warbear, his clenched fists ready to hit something many times his own size. His shoulders rose, followed by his elbows as he braced one foot and brought forth both fists straight out in front of him into the warbear’s leg. He circled around, elbowing at the large furred creature’s joints. The large beast roared in pain as its bulky figure tried to follow the small Lalafell as he moved between hitting each of its large legs, sending heavy punch after heavy punch into the warbear as the two exchanged blows.
The Lalafell’s face had turned red from all of the hits, blood, and adrenaline as he did his all. Kage spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed saliva running down his chin as he could not even work himself to swallow. The warbear stared back; it too taking heavy breaths. The large beast bellowed, rearing back before it lunged forward at Kage. He twisted, bringing an elbow down onto the claw. With a bellow of his own, Kage swung his fist twisting his hips as he brought it to the bear’s snarling maw. The ground shook as the bear fell. As the warbear lay there, dazed Kage looked at it with half-lidded eyes before he collapsed on top of the bear.
Rain fell on top of them. Suddenly and without warning, the fast fall of water soon started to drench the already sweat-soaked clothes that the Lalafell wore. The bear gave out a small groan and moved; Kage’s friends quivered and gave their own shouts. As they moved forward Kage yelled out in protest, for them to go back. The warbear huffed, especially at the griffin as she screeched, but made no move to hurt the Lalafell. The warbear shifted Kage onto its back, moving him out of the water that they had fought in. Taking him to the camp that the other creatures stayed near, he dropped the Lalafell near his axe and fire. With a heavy breath, Kage reached out with one arm, slowly towards the axe. The warbear huffed, shook its head and then curled up close to the Lalafell. Furrowing his eyes, Kage slowly let go of his axe letting it rest against the tree and then sitting with his back against the bears. All it did was snort as Kage brought one bruised and battered hand to ruffle the bear’s fur.