In a dense forest.
Five militiamen armed with shields and spears are engaged in a fierce combat with a wild bear.
This beast is a rank three Warcraft, with a huge body and black fur.
When it stands tall, it reaches a height of over three meters.
With each swing of its large claws, a militiaman is sent flying.
They tumble, completely disoriented.
Luckily, the quality of their shields is quite good. It's just enough to leave them dazed after the hit. They shake their heads, stagger to their feet, seemingly not too severely wounded.
The militiamen surround the bear, using their shields to block its attack and constantly jabbing their spears.
Wound after wound is left on the bear's body.
Despite its thick skin, they plan to slowly wear it down in this manner.
Just when the militiamen believe they can win using this method.
The wild bear lets out a roar of rage, its eyes blood red, and sends four militiamen flying with a sweep of its paw.
