Kill or Killed

The battle had reached an unbearable intensity. Cliff bore numerous wounds, as did the demon-polar bear.

"If it weren't for this damn bear getting in my way, I'd have finished him off already," he growled through gritted teeth.

The demon bear had become a frustrating obstacle, preventing Cliff from delivering the fatal blow. Time and again, he had spotted openings, only for the bear's icy projectiles to neutralize his attempts.

Both adversaries, exhausted, pressed on in their relentless clash. Cliff could see a fierce glint of determination in the polar bear's eyes—a gaze that reflected both the will to survive and the desire to bring him down. That same gleam mirrored in Cliff's own eyes.

This was a merciless duel, devoid of logic or compassion. A pure battle of instincts, where the line between man and beast blurred. It was nothing more than a showdown between two ferocious creatures.

But one of them had to die.