Findlay stared at the prone and struggling war ursa with a calm and cold gaze. Its full on red claw attack was shattered apart by him and now thanks to its overexertion and prominent wounds it was flat on its belly struggling to find its feet, a prime opportunity.
Findlay felt invigorated, his entry into advanced level axe mastery allowed him to see the world with new vision, to feel a greater connection with his weapon and know new ways in which to use that weapon.
One of which was screaming out in his brain dying to be let loose on the vulnerable prey. Yes the war ursa was no longer the predator but the prey in the eyes of this ice troll commander.
Findlay marched forward firmly, gaining speed with each step until he was running at full speed
