Pressure was a good way to put it. Everyone in the group knew that they might not kill the winter puma with Clark's planned attack. They hadn't thought they would need to because of the poison. But they still underestimated the time that the poison would need to take effect over the winter puma. It was a powerful wild beast. It was tougher because of life in the wilderness. It didn't have a dungeon to hut in or protect it from traveling beasts. It had become tougher than most.
The winter puma wasn't growing and showing viciousness anymore. Instead, the ice type energy started to pull around it. There was a strength that they had missed. The ability to stun weaker bearings with just a glare. Something that many powerful beasts had. An instinct they gained from being constantly in survival mode.
