The Half-Orc drew his Frost Short Spear. Just as his opponent closed in, he thrust it into the great bear's chest and used the momentum to leap back and away.
This thrust finally pierced the great bear's chest, instantly staining a patch of its white fur crimson.
Under the effect of Silver Light Sharp Words, the great bear reacted sluggishly. It swiped its claws at Kase's former position like a zombie but caught nothing but air.
'If it's a Beastman, then this guy's Intelligence should be on par with a human's.'
With that thought, Colin entered his Sword Dance, swinging his Giant Sword and slashing at his opponent's flank.
The sensation transmitted through the hilt reminded him of his first encounter with a Winter Wolf. It felt like striking a tough, elastic piece of rubber, barely managing to open a small, bloody gash.
'This should be enough.'
As he thought this, Colin reached into his materials pouch, pulling out a small cake and a feather.
