Kick the Ratbear off of you
From Create Your Own Story
You roll and kick out at the beast, tipping it over and off you. It stumbles back, claws raised. Its fur is thick with blood and scratches, to which you have added a few of your own.
It beats the air with its tail as you make a final charge. Your sword slips between the creature’s ribs and drives deep into its putrid heart. The Ratbear squeals and falls to the ground, face-down in the mud. With the beast dead on the path, you are free to move onwards.
The path winds a few more times around gigantic trees, thousands of years old, and then emerges onto a sudden plain, as if the forest had been scooped away by a gigantic hand. A river trickles thinly between short grasses and by its banks stands a tiny village.
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