William
The orc practically let out a squawk as Frogar began to bleed. By the hide of Hircine, this was *Really* Happening. 

Oblivion be, if the orc were a character in a stageplay right now, the crew at the wings would clack mudcrab shells together for foley as his knees wobbled. 

Continuing such would cause them to meet death. He had to get a grip. His late mother's worries in his head would have to shut up. 

Snapping himself out of the shock at the Axe-Man's call, Shei focused. He'd look death in the face for Frogar. Tusk it flat, the damn warrior was acting as though his leg wasn't even bleeding!

As if he were held at knife point to split wood, the whelp quickly prepped his own axe above his head, and swung down on the side of the bear's neck as if he were trying to chop through ironwood.
Cheryl
The heavy swing from Shei would enter the Bear's neck and it went limp. Letting it a whine as it's life ended. The other bear stood onto it's back legs, and let out a roar.
Freddie
"Haha! Nice swing! Charge the other one!" Forgar would twirl his axe and point at the bear.

He would then up over the bear body and let out a war cry, spinning and slashing the bear at the neck his his axes, not enough to cut deep enough but it hurt the bear.

The bear attempted to ponce onto Frogar but he would dodge out of the way.