-- And that thought gave her pause. Did she want to survive? Did she really? When it meant that someone else lost their chance?
What would her dad do?
She pulled one of the last of the arrows from her quiver. Gripped it in her hand. And she -- detached.
The fight was over in a few seconds. She didn't remember much of it, beyond flailing, a muted, strange feeling as the claws ripped into her belly, as its teeth sunk into her arm, and then -- then it was over, and the bear had an arrow driven up through the roof of its mouth into its skull, and Amy was bleeding more blood than she had ever seen in her life.
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Like she even wanted it to work.
-- And that thought gave her pause. Did she want to survive? Did she really? When it meant that someone else lost their chance?
What would her dad do?
She pulled one of the last of the arrows from her quiver. Gripped it in her hand. And she -- detached.
The fight was over in a few seconds. She didn't remember much of it, beyond flailing, a muted, strange feeling as the claws ripped into her belly, as its teeth sunk into her arm, and then -- then it was over, and the bear had an arrow driven up through the roof of its mouth into its skull, and Amy was bleeding more blood than she had ever seen in her life.
That was when the pain caught up to her.