The bear tries to make one final roar but the breath is punched out of the lungs and Asher neatly rolls back as it falls in the snow, swinging his axe down to lean on it.

He's laughing because it's Asher, he's always in his best mood when he's fighting and it's been too damn long. Let him go out in the world and take on all challengers and come out bloody and victorious at the end of it.

"Not bad Ataash, not bad, being around all those pious twats hasn't made you soft. And I'll have another bear pelt blanket, can't tempt you can I? For keeping this girl of yours warm?"