As Findlay kneeled against his battle axe and tried his very best to move his paralysed limbs- with very little effect- his eyes stared dead ahead at the massive war ursa charging straight for him with its jaw wide open. Blood from the wounds he caused sputtered out and painted its teeth red making for an even more frightening image than normal.
Time slowed down once again for Findlay, but this was not advantageous it simple dragged out the time he stared death in the literal face.
With its desperate and reckless charge the mighty war ursa arrived before him in a couple seconds. He could feel its blood filled breath against his cheeks and could see deep down its throat as its jaws opened up to devour him, a last act before it inevitably dies.
Unfortunately Findlay didn't have access to cold flames so he couldn't mimic the actions of the brave ronso who lost his life a few days ago and even if he did he was in no state to use them effectively.
