As was the plan, Quzon started to stalk his way towards the Male bear. Although, he didn't go in a straight line towards it. He liked the idea that Naiya mentioned to go at it from an arch. It was an idea that he took and modified. "Follow me. Stay low." He spoke to who ever wanted to attack the male bear with him. He turned to walk right into the tall grass in the area, stealing another idea from the Grassbears themselves. He slowly crouched through the grass in a wide semi-circle around the bears. He didn't know much about the animals, but knew he wanted to sneak up on them from upwind; walking in the breeze that blew towards him rather than the bears. Although, the areas rain made it slightly easier to hide his scent.
It took a bit of time, a helpful distraction; which the assault on the female bear offered , and a bit of intuition -- but the pale skinned man had found his path, using the tall grasses that towered around him to his advantage. He used his ax to open up the veil of grass to look at the backside of the large male bear. He had waited to find the perfect spot behind it.
"Attack when ready.." Speaking to whoever, or maybe just himself. A smirk tugged at his lips. An aura of excitement came from the specter of his immediate future, coursing through the grasslands, beckoning Quzon on. It was that excitement which forced him to to calm himself for what he needed to do next. He stood with his hand-ax to keep the grass out of the way, his other left arm extending out in front of him with his palm facing towards the sky as if he were about to pray, then focused on his breathing.
Inhaling through his nostrils, and then exhaling. With each breath he prepared himself for combat, beckoning his soul into action. In a way, this was a sort of prayer as he let all of his worldly problems slip away so that only that moment mattered. Willing the deepest part of his 'self' into action with a primal need to fight. His breathing grew slower as he felt his soul swell through his body like blood. His slow breathing helping to manifest it.
Quzon called it his soul, but most mages knew it properly to be called djed.
With a heavy exhale, Quzon began to emit an ethereal translucent green color from his palm. The small glow hovered above his palm in cloud of gas no bigger than his fist. He then held his palm in the direction of the bear. He had learned Reimancy at a young age as a test of will by his clan. It was a test that he passed, but being so young, he learned to control his elements through emotional trigger.
He willed the cloud of res to take the form of intense wrath. It was an emotion stronger than anger of 'fire', it took the form of burning Lava. And Amunet's complete lack of tact made wrath easy to feel. The outside of the gas began to bubble and crackle around his res, forming a molten shell that he kept control of by keeping its core filled with unaltered res.
He pointed his palm at the back of the bear's right hind leg, took aim, and fired. Forcing the ball to fly away from his hand, and after several meters when it was just on the boarder of his control, turned the res on the inside of the ball into molten lava.
The dense molten rock crashed against the bears leg above the knee, splashing droplets of super heated earth across its hindquarters. The radiant heat of being near it would be enough to set its fur on fire, but what the lava touched would scold and melt away flesh. He gritted his teeth as he missed his true target on the back of its knee. He resined himself to a small victory in at least hitting its leg and having it flow down to its leg. Quzon wanted to go for it's head, but given the groups tactics. He wished to slow its movment by wounded a leg.
Quzon then stepped out of the grass, waving his ax in the air, and roared. His voice booming out through the air to get the Male bear's attention. "GRAHHHHAHHHHAHH" As if what he did wasn't enough to draw its ire. "Tuka!" He called out to Naiya's hunting cat while pointing to the bear as a sign to attack. In preparation for a second volley, he took a deep breath to draw his djed from the depth of his being. The sensation feeling as if his blood were like a river overflowing. A smaller cloud of res seeped from his left palm the size of a gold miza.
