He screeches in pain, a unholy sound that cuts to the soul. His skin briefly bursts into gray/black flames, and the wounds burn themselves closed. The strange, black blood covering Borthric's claws burns like acid. He desperately tugs off one glove, his hand wreathed in the same blackish grey flames, and he grabs Borthric's fur, which fills the air with the smell of burning fur and flesh. His eyes are blazing like bloody red suns. He curses the bear in his fowl demonic tongue, the harsh rasping language grating to hear. He twists in the bear's claws, opening new gashes on his skin, but he punches Borthic in the eye, his hand still blazing with his strange fire.