Atchmon charged towards the downed beast, and ran up its left forepaw that was laid out on its side like a ramp. The bear stirred and jolted itself upright, causing Atchmon to fall on his belly and grip the fur on its head. The hunter recoved and sat on his knees while holding onto the bears fur, and raised his blade high above his head; ready to deliver another deadly blow to the massive magical beasts weak spot. 