His jaw dropped as she ran full-tilt at the bear, but she wasn't prepared to let him stand there and gape while she did all the work, it seemed. Sam snapped his mouth shut at her call, then nodded staunchly, tightening his grip on his weapon and rushing forward with a shout.

The blade went in easily, surprisingly so, and the bear roared in surprise and pain. Sam had just enough time to pull his sword out and prevent himself from being dragged along with it as it staggered backwards. He glanced briefly up at the warrior, as if for permission, and then ran forward to attack again, making full use of their - perhaps momentary - advantage.