[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne (Defense)[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Undead[/center][/b]
The inquisitiveness about the undead and its potential true purpose in this situation melted away into fury when the thing grabbed her throat. The inherent disgust at its very existence was still there, only amplified by the fact that it was [i]touching[/i] her, but she was more pissed at herself for the fact that the thing made a move on her while she was distracted by her curiosity. She was in the middle of a fight, there was a turned Dire Wolf not 30 feet away from her. Now was not the time to be trying to investigate the hooded figure's motives.

The bear raised a paw up and planted it squarely in the center of the undead's chest, pushing down upon it with as much force as she could manage with a hand squeezing her windpipe. A loud ripping noise cut through the clamor of battle as the thing's grip failed under the force it was subjected to, but not before claiming a souvenir in the form of a patch of fur from her neck, the underlying skin bloodied in its absence. Yet despite this, the undead was still unharmed. That wasn't normal.