The werebear growled fiercely at the troll before him when his opponent threw the gorilla-esque punch, however the punch would be sadly caught within the clawed grasp of the monstrous Old Ursa. This aged grizzly wasn't something to trifle with, as he had decades of experience piled on top of his already respectable ability to hold his own. What Old Ursa did not expect, however, was a deft headbutt delivered directly to his snout by the behemoth of an opponent he was currently wrestling. Now all the werebear could smell was a faint smell of blood, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of rushing adrenaline in his body. It'd been far too long since he'd transformed, and the feeling of relief was appreciated.

The old bear continued wrestling the troll until he noticed that Argon had arrived beside the two tyrants, and while he was slightly afraid that any of his hits would miss and contact him, he did know that any assistance here would be good assistance. [color=ed1c24][b]"Head up!"[/b][/color] roared Old Ursa as he broke free from wrestling the troll, delivering a hefty slash with his claws that would send the troll stumbling backwards, this time a few feet away from Argon.