"Rahhhhhhhh!" The twin yetis roared as they stabilised themselves and re-entered the fight with gusto. They couldn't and wouldn't let up, growing angrier and angrier as the battle went on like any other beast. Only when they were truly at death's door would they waver.
While the twins fought against Frost with wild abandon, the eldest yeti reached the side of its youngest brother and quickly examined his wounds. It looked a lot worse than it actually was, the wounds on the face though gruesome were not life threatening, just very painful. The eldest yeti's face visibly softened as he gripped the body of his youngest brother, thankful that his life wasn't in jeopardy. The next second, he gave his youngest brother a rap across the skull to stop its quivering before grunting in yeti. Basically, translating as 'suck it up little bro and get back in the fight.' He then aided his brother to his feet and pointed him in the direction of Frost and the twins.
