The werebear panted with some sort of otherworldly aggression as he skidded backwards into a horde of 'rogs. His heart was pounding through his chest out of fury. He felt the air rush past him as he recovered from the blow, unable to recover his breath entirely. Old Ursa also felt the adrenaline rush through his system as he barreled towards the Troll with his mighty paws raised. He didn't exactly know what he was going to do, but the body of the wearbear ran on what felt like autopilot to him, and he trusted his gut with whatever it was about to do.

[color=ed1c24][b]"RRRRAAAAAAGGGHHH!"[/b][/color] Ursaren let out a hefty roar as he delivered a mighty uppercut to the chin of the Troll, sending him soaring backwards through the horde of terrified Gundarogs behind him. Blood was spilled on the clear path as Ursaren took a deep breath, trying to recover what he could of his ability to use his lungs for a bit, but he still remained vigilant as he watched the Troll. He had to play on the defensive for a few moments, as his frame wasn't looking so great. That punch did a number on his constitution, but he could take a few more before he was down for good.