The bear bleeds freely, cuts opening like red mouths, but its loose, heavy skin with those layers of fat and fur act as a kind of armor obscuring and protecting the muscles and tendons, the greater blood vessels. Lashan's sword whips out faster than Guts' preferred weapon, with less momentum. It wants a higher level of precision for maximum effect.
The bear's breath is hot and rancid as it bowls forwards, treating Guts like an enemy bear. It's aiming to engulf his forearm, then his face in its bone-crushing jaws.
Instead a knife appears, sprouting from its eye socket with a dull thunk, and Thistle is there rearing up with a shrill whinny, close enough to see his ears flat to his head and the sweat streaming down his flanks, Lashan clamped on his back with one hand grasping her bow and the other outflung. Without any verbal command Thistle jars back to all fours and takes off again, carrying his rider back out of sight through the trees. Hoarsely her voice comes back, "Boy! Stab it!"
The bear's reared up itself to swipe reflexively at the air. It's not human, it doesn't understand what dealt it this injury. It could pounce down with tremendous force.
The evening has gotten much darker in the past few minutes and rain has started. In another moment there will be an intense white light and almost instantaneously a terrible, overwhelmingly loud peal of very close thunder, followed by the stink of ozone. Then the rain will pick up hard.
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The bear's breath is hot and rancid as it bowls forwards, treating Guts like an enemy bear. It's aiming to engulf his forearm, then his face in its bone-crushing jaws.
Instead a knife appears, sprouting from its eye socket with a dull thunk, and Thistle is there rearing up with a shrill whinny, close enough to see his ears flat to his head and the sweat streaming down his flanks, Lashan clamped on his back with one hand grasping her bow and the other outflung. Without any verbal command Thistle jars back to all fours and takes off again, carrying his rider back out of sight through the trees. Hoarsely her voice comes back, "Boy! Stab it!"
The bear's reared up itself to swipe reflexively at the air. It's not human, it doesn't understand what dealt it this injury. It could pounce down with tremendous force.
The evening has gotten much darker in the past few minutes and rain has started. In another moment there will be an intense white light and almost instantaneously a terrible, overwhelmingly loud peal of very close thunder, followed by the stink of ozone. Then the rain will pick up hard.