Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

You want bear-people to perform spellcasting? Unless they’re a profession naturally gifted in spellcasting, the only thing bear-people could do is bash the brains of whoever came up with this ridiculous idea out of their skull.

"Hold on, I think I heard something." Toby the bunny companion suddenly stood up, his remark drawing everyone’s attention to him. The bear-person was called over, and using his hands, he lifted the bunny’s ears above the wall.

"Loud cheering noises, they seem to be getting closer to us! Oliver, lift me up a bit more!" The bunny patted the bear-person’s hand, prompting him to lift a bit higher.

"I see them! It’s our folks together with humans! On the west side of the street!" The bunny exclaimed excitedly, "It’s the reinforcements! They’ve broken through the Chaos Folk’s defenses! I knew these Chaos bastards weren’t so tough... Wow, look at that axe, what a hefty piece of work!"

Then the bunny ducked his head, and everyone saw an axe flying over the top of his head—with a Chaotic Warrior still attached to it.

"My God." A human let out in amazement.

"That’s some strength." The bunny watched the axe with the Chaotic Warrior fly over most of the playground before crashing... perhaps the term ’smashing’ would be more apt?

Only Oliver was stunned for a moment, as a bear-person, he’d grown up hearing the story.

The great bear-person legend and his war axe.

The axe from the story... seemed to be the very same one before his eyes.