As Snarnorgul approached the bear, like a rampaging storm, Sukoh then rose on its hind-legs. At first Snarnorgul imagined it was attempting another display of intimidation, for surely knocking it off two legs would prove far easier than if it was braced on all fours. It realized to late, from the way it flexed it's claws, that it sought to crush him under it's great mass. He might have loosed a great roar himself to incapacitate the bear during the maneuver, but it would require stressing his lungs more than he was currently able too. But the wily predator had a trick up his sleeve his prey would never see coming. Indeed, it would not even be visible to the naked eye. He projected another mental shout, but this one was more focused and powerful in scope, he then sent this mental scream like a ripple through a body of water toward Sukoh just as Snarnorgul entered within 60 feet of it. Sending all his hate, and malice into that one mind blast.

The ripples would pound into Sukoh's mind like a tidal wave of pure psionic energy. Hopefully stealing strength from it's great frontal stomp, as Snarnorgul had met few beings with psionic powers, he expected the bear would be quite of guard to say the least. Such a tactic would not likely work a second time, for the bears mind would be slightly more resistant to a mind blast for some time, as such attacks relied on surprise. With it's focus broken or not, Snarnorgul bent forward at the last moment to bring it's curved horns to bare planted upward. If Sukoh still fell forward he would impale himself on over 3 feet of razor sharp diamond hard horn. Even a blunt sword would pierce deeply with so much weight baring down. Snarnorgul also made certain that his head was bowed toward it's center mass, hopefully where it's heart should be.

Snarnorgul was determined to destroy this creature that would DARE stand and oppose him, thus, as if these precautions might not be enough. Snarnorgul aimed his massive pincers for the under arms of the bear beast, robbing it of the chance to bring the full brunt of it's claws to bare. At that point there was no more time for last minute adjustments, and certainly too late to turn back now. Snarnorgul would ram directly into Sukoh, over 5,000 pounds of force smashing into a mass weighting many more times that. A resounding clap like thunder would ring out from the clash of two titans. 

It was the aged old question asked again once more, which would prevail. The Immovable object, or the unstoppable force?