#Chapter88
Survival
The bear counteracts my aggressive maneuver, and even though I gash it's front ruthlessly with one paw, ripping flesh once more and almost blinding myself with a face full of splatter, it body slams me with the other, crunching my internal bones, and sends my flying through the air like a limp rag. That winds me and renders me temporarily dazed.
I'm still not anywhere near its size, which is its biggest advantage in this, but I won't let it beat me. I have speed, strength, and ability to heal, as long as it doesn't kill me with an instant puncture to my heart, or brain, or rip my god damn head off. As long as I have a few seconds of not imminent death, then my body will bounce back quickly. Although each time is beginning to throb more than the last, and I guess my initial adrenaline surge is waning as bones readjust, and crackle under my skin to be reformed. It hurts like a bitch, and this time I elicit a howl and yelp as it does so.
