[Maybe it's because the ursine monster's frenzy was winding down, or because of the sharp new injury, or simply because both he and Asbjørn were both really fucking tired. But the bear does seem to take it.]
[The polar bear in the lets out a mournful little roar and pads about the place for a while, in pain and unsure what to do. Before long there's a crack of bones, a shrinking of frame and the familiar shape of a man starts to take form from the previous hulk of white fur. And growls of pain become more audible as:]
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[The polar bear in the lets out a mournful little roar and pads about the place for a while, in pain and unsure what to do. Before long there's a crack of bones, a shrinking of frame and the familiar shape of a man starts to take form from the previous hulk of white fur. And growls of pain become more audible as:]
Aaaugh. Jesus fucking Christ.