Findlay ran like his life depended on it because it very much did.
Hoowwwwwwlll! Fwooom!
He rapidly changed direction as the war ursa sent out another dose of those red claws.
The five red claws missed him by a small margin before flying beyond into the muddy waters behind him. A lesser drake suddenly lost its tail while the revenant fighting it was forced to desperately avoid what remained. But Findlay didn't have time to care about what was happening beyond his current scope. He needed to enter close combat as soon as possible if those red claws were to stop.
Without a moments delay he was on the move once again, dashing to and fro as he moved in on the war ursa.
