Punch the bear in the nose
From Create Your Own Story
Knowing that a bear's nose is its most vulnerable and sensitive spot, you draw back your leather-gloved fist and smash it into the bear's nose with all of your considerable strength. The creature recoils from your punch with a growl. Knowing that you only have a second before it recovers, you thrust upward with your powerful hips, bucking the bear just enough to extract yourself from underneath it. You perform a kip-up to get back to your feet, drawing your sword in a fluid and graceful motion as your body moves, the blade ready in your right hand as you land upright in a fighting stance.
The bear charges, but you are ready, skillfully impaling it with your sword before its claws can strike you. You withdraw the weapon with a squishing sound as the bear comes at you again. Again you stab it with the razor-sharp blade, thrusting between its ribs, ripping through its internal organs to do maximum damage. The beast isn't going to go down easy. It lunges at you and you perform a graceful one-handed cartwheel to avoid the attack. As you land neatly on your booted feet, you greet your opponent with another stab between the ribs.
You impale your sword into the bear's flesh again and again, your extensive education in many subjects, including biology, enabling you to know where it is the most vulnerable. You suffer a few more scratches from the creature's razor-sharp claws on your arm as the fight goes on, but nothing serious. The adrenaline pumps through your muscular, feminine body as the battle continues to rage, woman against beast. Though you are bleeding, you have never felt as powerful as you do now. You can feel your enemy growing weaker and weaker.
Finally, you give the bear an extra-deep and powerful thrust with your sword. You feel something and know that you have penetrated its heart. The beast lets out a terrible roar of pure animal fury, as if it knows it is mortally wounded and its last desire before it dies is revenge. You begin doing a series of one-arm back handsprings away from it, elegantly backflipping like a pro-gymnast, your sword still in your other hand. Finishing your tumbling series with a high back tuck and landing gracefully on your feet, you wait, sword at the ready, as the bear charges you with its mouth wide open.
Five feet in front of you, the bear collapses and rolls over on its side. It twitches a few times before going completely still. You raise your sword high over your head and let out a high-pitched warrior cry of victory. As the sound echoes through the dark woods and your heart rate slowly returns to normal, you suddenly realize that shouting may not have been a good idea.
You check your wounds. The scratches on your arm are easy to handle, as you simply rip a piece of cloth off your already torn blouse and wrap it around your thick, muscular forearm. Looking down at your chest, you see that the damage to your blouse from the bear's claws has exposed almost half of your large, firm breasts, although thankfully your tits themselves haven't been clawed. There are still bleeding cuts across your torso, however, and you tear off another piece of your blouse, exposing your hard abs and wasp waist, and press the cloth on your wounds.
You search for your revolver, but are unable to find it. You look around at the dark woods, the full moon shining briefly through gaps in the fog.
