When Snarnorgul had managed to land his first blow on the bear, the distinct sound of breaking bone heralded a successful hit. Though to his surprise the dire bear seemed unperturbed by what was likely a broken jaw, somehow managing to remain steadfast. Once more it had begun to shift it's weight, attempting it seemed, to lift Snarnorgul off his hooves. Astonishingly it was attempting to use it's left arm to aid in the task of lifting it's own considerable weight and that of the Tanar'ri himself. 

Beyond the fact it was using a limb with torn tendons, Snarnorgul still clutched tightly to the underarm of Sukoh's right leg. At this point the pincers had already dug past the layers of fat and was clamping down with an ironclad grip into sensitive muscles tissue and arteries. To pull him away with enough force to lift them would simply mean Sukoh's arm was coming along for the ride. Perhaps Sukoh had not considered this. Snarnorgul held on all the while Sukoh attempted to pull him free. It might have resembled a person trying to pull off a bothersome tick buried to deep. No doubt he was causing himself unimaginably immense pain, leaving Snarnorgul to wonder, at least with some grudging respect if not annoyance, at just how much punishment this creature was capable of stomaching before it reached it's limit. 

Thanks to this grip however, Sukoh would be slow in moving the stubborn Tanar'ri whose own limb was not so weakened or pulling at such an odd angle. Thus giving just enough time for another savage elbow strike, aiming for the same spot as before and without the hindrance of having just pulled his pincers free of the bear’s arm it would strike with a tad more force. If it landed it would sunder it's mandibles even more. Suffice to say even with the bears mighty jaw strength Snarnorgul was not going to be crushed by it any time soon. 
 
Still if Sukoh continued to pull with while Snarnorgul was clutching all the harder. Snarnorgul was likely to rent the arm from the bear’s great shoulders, no doubt sending blood spraying freely and bathing the ground in crimson. If the loss of a limb, after suffering all he wounds till now, did not send it into shock. Likely nothing would. Indeed, it had begun to bother the over proud fiend that there existed a creature with such a pain-threshold that seemed to outstrip his own. It took some kind of rare strength of will to maim oneself.