Odds
The roar of the Ice Eyed Bear shook the white landscape. Hot spittle and breath billowing through the air.
This time, the silver furred bear was far larger. From the two and a half meters Cayden had faced, it now towered over Ryu T almost four meters tall. Its sharp claws protruded more obviously, shimmering like polished knives even as its deathly blue pupils stared daggers through Ryu's body.
Yaana's grip on her grandfather's arm tightened uncontrollably. She had begged and pleaded for the old General to send Ryu some help, but she had been rejected. Maybe subconsciously, she was using her grip as a way of pay the poor old man back for his nonchalance.
No one knew exactly how to feel. They thought it was alright if Ryu cleared the first and second tier steps alone, but fighting a Third Order beast alone as a fifteen year old youth was unheard of.