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.
Ice started to from along is skin in sharp protruding spikes, rather flimsy and thin but should at least agitate its throat as it swallowed him.
"[Sky fall]" Suddenly above Findlay and the war ursa Frost appeared with his glaive in hand and a fierce expression on his face. His glaive was pulled back and his air borne skill in affect, summoning four similar looking glaives made out of energy around him before he and the glaives shot down towards the war ursa.
Frost had very little time. He noticed the battle's state thanks to the presence generated by Findlay's [glacier crash]. He saw his prided general overcome his limits that were so harshly imposed and triumph over his superior enemy. But that pride was short lived as danger swooped in almost immediately.
Understanding the desperate situation he blasted back the three monsters attacking him and dashed to Findlay's aid.
His loud call and summoning of his glaive skill didn't even draw the war ursa's attention, all it saw before it was red, it cared not for anything but devouring Findlay. The timing was going to be tight.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Letting out his desperation Frost roared out as he repeatedly kicked against the air, frantically trying to speed up his descent by any means.
Fractions of seconds passed as the three entities moved closer to one another. The war ursa had its jaw encapsulating most of Findlay's head and was beginning the short process of biting down. Findlay was still desperately trying to move, aiming to shuffle back his head even slightly so as to grant his master more time to aid him yet he barely even bought a fraction of a second.
But at this level of combat even a fraction was something.
When the war ursa's sharp teeth started scraping against Findlay's head and slowly piercing into his skull Frost arrived. His true glaive landed roughly where Findlay's axe had previously protruded and cut through with ease.
The sharp blade penetrated through the upper jaw, passing or rather a little through the edge of Findlay's nose before continuing through the lower jaw decimating the muscle, halting the beast's contraction.
With a twirl of his glaive he swung out and smashed it against its paw.
Crack!
The red claws summoned as well as one of its actual claws was shattered by the glaive that was covered in a narrow yet dense amount of solid ice chakra. Frost however was knocked back by the residual force, his physical strength losing out.
'Damn that thing's got some power behind it.' Frost internally complimented the war ursa. Despite suffering extensive injuries that affected its balance, power and even the control of its own movements he still lost in a power exchange against a simple angry swipe.
Its aggressive movements though still strong enough to fend off Frost weren't enough to deal any injuries to him and came at a cost. Blood flowed profusely from the major leg wound when it swiped at him, accelerating its already major blood loss.
As long as Frost made this a battle of attrition he'd likely win without much danger but that didn't really sit right with him.
Things can always go wrong so he felt it'd be best to end this fight as soon as possible plus this wasn't the only battlefield. The longer he was away from the main area behind him the higher the risk was for his other monsters.
He also believed that a dragged out battle would be insulting to his and Findlay's opponent. The war ursa was the most powerful entity he and the dungeon had ever faced. It was the leader of the wave and deserved to be beaten in a grandiose fashion. Not a logical reason but an emotional one that stemmed from Frost being a bit of a battle junkie, a warrior.
Frost regained his balance and twirled his glaive, covering it in cold flames this time.
"Well then let's put you out of your misery and get back to the main battlefield." He pointed the glaive's blade at the war ursa as he declared before once again dashing forward, going for a frontal assault.
The war ursa wanted to yank out the glaive that was impeding its jaw, but Frost gave it no time.
"Grrrrrrrrr" With a muffled roar it sent out a shot of five red claws while preparing another shot on his other paw.
Frost charged dead ahead with his glaive.
"[Claw of the ice wolf]" He summoned his own energy claws to clash with the bear's. His were stronger but outnumbered 5 to 3 thus they ended in a stalemate. His dash however was unimpeded, Frost found himself in front of the war ursa once again.