Frost utilising his enhanced form and the severe wounds already covering the area, slashed cleanly through the ursa's left hindleg, severing it in twain, thus causing it to tip uncontrollably.
"Fighting against you was quite fun and to be honest quite enlightening in regards to the limits of the stampede's frenzied state. However, our short time together must now come to an end…..playtime is over." Frost spoke while exuding intense pressure. The ursa that was tipping leftwards felt as though an entity of several tons was standing on its back, pushing it down and restricting its movements.
"Goodbye, Schwing!" Frost uttered a final farewell before he once again slashed out with his glaive, aiming for the creature's undefended neck. Similar to the left hindleg the neck sported countless wounds left by Kiba's claws and fangs, all heavily damaging and possibly fatal if left alone but nothing that would silence the beast in the short term. Frost's slash however was not so gentle.
