A little fan story of Volibear

Firstly i hope this is the right place to post it. I love leagues lore although i might not be the most all knowing tryhard fan of it, but i always liked the stories. Now in the spirit of one of my favorite champions getting the visual treatment i just felt like writing something any and all criticism is welcome, as a warning no one has ever taught me to write and english isn't my first language and so on but without further ado heres the story and i hope atleast someone will enjoy it

Volibear stomped across the cold fields of Freljord, impossible rage in his eyes, and no one to unleash it upon. At least no one untill he noticed a small camp of warriors, it was but a few dozen regular mortals accompanied by 3 iceborn, but volibear greeted the chance for a fight, to feel the thrill of the battle and let out the rage that had been boiling in him for quite some time. Slowly nearing the camp he was soon noticed by the humans stopping what they were doing and rushing for their weapons. That is all except for one who started running away, his fearful cries music to the angry bear as he quickly picked up pace, passed the camp and caught up to the terrified human. The smell of fear pleasent in the bears nostrils as the human saw there was no hope of escaping by running. Turning around he held his spear, unbelievably small compared to the giant bear of the north, his hands trembling as he looked up at it. Rows of razor sharp teeth visible in the bears mouth letting out a growl at the man as he was trying to steady the spear in his shaking hands. The bear just looking at him for a moment before releasing a mighty roar, that echoed back even in the empty cold wasteland, sending the man stumbling over backwards, not even giving him a chance to fight the bear just stepped on him, one of his claws cracking open the skull as the body caved in under the massive bear with a nauseating crunch. Then he slowly turned back towards the camp, scraping his front paw against the ice, leaving a trail of blood and brain matter in the massive scratches. Walking towards the camp he could see the humans organizing, although it wouldnt save them. Still he approved of their tries and bravery more than he approved of the one who had tried to flee. The three iceborns wielding their true ice weapons, terrifying and dangerous to most everyone in Runeterra, barely toothpicks for the Volibear but even he knew of the power they posessed, keeping the iceborns in mind as he finally stopped in front of the formation. Letting out another roar, powerful enough to stir up the powdery snow covering the ice. Although many of the warriours winced at the sound they gathered courage from eachother and stood their ground. And with that the Volibear charged in, bodying the left side of the formation, knocking few breathless as they bounced upon the ice, but stomping the rest beneath his feet, killing most, but also leaving few only partially mangled. Turning around to repeat his attack again he was taken back by the humans charging at him, pride in their eyes as there wasnt a hint of fear in their warcry. Nevertheless the bear greeted the fastest runners with the swipe of his paw, taken by surprise by the swiftness of his movements as he sent men flying, 15-20 meters away into the hard ice, their bones cracking as they landed on the hard surface, most to never raising again. The last remaining men now slowing the charge, being vary of the ferocity and speed of the bear, but still it was no use and thr men fell one by one, untill only the iceborn were left. The bear had kept away from them as they were the only ones who could also actually hurt him. Two of them at his flanks and one threatening from ahead the battle had changed, from ferocious bloodbath to something alot more entertaining for the bear, and dadly for the participants. The deadly dance continued for a while, the three iceborns fighting together, defending each other but they were starting to tire out. An hour later even the iceborns had started to tire untill a man on his left flank did a fatal mistake, stepping forward when he shouldn't have and being too slow to back away, the Volibear taking a bite at him, his head disappearing in the beasts mouth as the body fell on the cold ice convulsing in a puddle of blood. The man on his right trying to use this distraction running at the bear, but Volibear had thought of that and spun around, hitting the second iceborn with the back of his paw, the whiplash of the impact snapping his neck. And then there was left but one, a female nonetheless and the volibear saw no fear in her eyes. She had been annoying him throughout the whole fight, saving her peers more than once, and he was cautious now, wanting to run her over but knowing it wouldn't be that easy. He clawed at her but she was still too fast and sidestepped away, he roared at her but she didnt even flinch at the sound, and so the fight continued as the shades were growing longer, both of the contenders tiring out. Untill she was too slow to react and the bear hit her, ripping at her sword arm, but weakened by the fight his blow was softer, he only almost svered her arm but not quite sending her flying, but compared to the rest only a measly 4-5 meters, still for nigh everyone strong enough blow to be incapacitating at least, but not for her, grabbing the sword to her other hand she propped herself up on it, fire and acceptance in her eyes knowing she couldnt beat the bear but not giving up. But the volibear didn't attack, his bloodlust and rage had been spent he had watched her fight and he had changed his mind, accepting her as worthy to roam the cold lands, letting out a mighty roar and lowering his head as a show of respect before turning around and slowly disappearing towards the setting sun.