Vs Ice Pt.2

The ice wolf lunged at Luther, faster than something that size should move. Its jaws clamped around his arm, and even through his armor, he felt the intense cold burning his skin.

He grunted in pain but didn't pull away. Instead, he drove his free fist into the wolf's head, again and again. Cracks appeared in the ice, but the beast held on.

'Fuck, my arm is breaking.'

From behind the wolf, Korg formed an ice spear and hurled it at his exposed chest. He twisted at the last second, but the spear still grazed his side, tearing through armor and flesh.

"One down," Korg said, already forming another spear.

The ice wolf's teeth sank deeper, sending waves of pain through his arm. Blood trickled down into the snow gathering at his feet. The audience gasped, many standing to get a better view of this brutal turn in the match.