Frey hurled a rune at the bear without hesitation. The rune detonated on contact and a cluster of daggers erupted from the rune directly in front of the creature, driving into its belly, arms and shoulders.
The bear roared in pain, thrashing inside the confined space. Blood spattered across the wooden walls of the crevice.
Frey stumbled backward, pressing a hand to the deep gash across his chest from the sneak attack.
Blood seeped between his fingers in an unyielding flow. The initial attack had caught him clean, and the wound was bad.
Moon didn't waste time. "Duck!"
Frey dropped to his knees.
Moon thrust both hands forward and unleashed a barrage of wind blades into the narrow space. The blades travelled through the gap between Frey's head and the ceiling and sliced into the bear at point-blank range.
The blades cut through its body parts like razors. The first struck its neck, carving a deep line across the thick muscle.
