Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-5543592-20160222204627

Crimson dropped his bow from the ground, having contributed some by landing some arrows in the bear's thick hide, although it hadn't done much. He came to the bear's side, and rubbed his hands together quickly.

"No problem, this'll go over real easy." He dropped into a squating position, tucking his arms underneath the bear, and pulled upward, groaning at the strain.

Nothing happened.

Crimson released his load and stepped back. "Well, alright, this might be harder than I thought.  Why didn't you guys just jump off when it was going over?"

Scire knelt by the bear's massive head and drew his dagger, then with one quick stroke slit it's throat open. He thought he might keep the pelt, wear it around. It'd look pretty darn awesome, and this was a big bear. It'd make decent protection.