[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Undead[/center][/b]
Lots of things were going on around Cyne and the bedridden undead, and they were all quite important; however, she didn't give a damn about any of that at the moment. She was laser focused on destroying the abomination before her that had the gall to rip out her neck fur. The bear swung again at Bob, striking once again, and turned its shoulder into gravel. Another swing and the offending arm was entirely separated from Bob's body. 

In the aftermath of the blow, the limb soared through the air, spraying dark biological fluid that was probably blood once all over the room. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, but it didn't remain still. Like a wind-up toy that refused to die, the damned limb flopped around ineffectually. Speaking of things refusing to die, the undead [i]still[/i] carried on in unlife, mocking Cyne with its continued existence. With every successive attack, the druid's anger grew more with how absurdly durable it was. She was going to slay this thing if she had to spend the rest of the day tearing apart, bit by bit.