Don't let up
From Create Your Own Story
Feinting left, you slice at the Ratbear. It grunts as it pushes you away. The Ratbear screeches in an inhuman howl and you take heart. It has almost fallen!
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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