The battle of the bear fists went on for twenty minutes. Twenty excruciating and exhausting minutes. By this time Belladonna's body was completely coated in sweat, her hair clung to her head and her lungs burned with every heaving breath.
Her muscles were on fire in a way she hadn't experienced in over a decade and, even if she loved fighting, this was something she could have probably gone another decade without experiencing again.
With every step her legs quivered, ready to give out underneath her, but if they did that then she would be dead. So she forced herself to keep standing.
She had burned through all of her 'healing potions' by now, the blood vials laying empty across the grass somewhere. Each drop having been converted to the vital essence that was the only reason she was still going.
Even the extra Barghest blood she had wanted to save for stats was gone. So it was even more important that she took this bear down and collected the blood debt it now owed her.
