From above, Lunara observed the bear's growing frustration. "Good... let it waste its energy". The bear's icy armor glistened in the weak northern sunlight, but she noticed cracks starting to form along the edges. It wasn't a creature meant for agility; its strength lay in brute force, and Lunara and Nova could use that to their advantage.
The bear, sensing the shift in tactics, bellowed again, and this time, it slammed its fists into the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, and massive spikes of ice shot up in all directions, aiming to trap Nova and force him into a confrontation. The wolf dodged with nimble grace, but one of the spikes grazed his side, leaving a deep gash. Red vines pulsed rapidly, healing the wound almost immediately, but Lunara knew they couldn't afford many more close calls like that.
