Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160815191145/@comment-5543592-20160818020336

The four cripples entered into a dimly lit room, darker than the last. It appeared empty, until Scire muttered:

"Oh no."

There was a vicious, low growl from a shadowed section of the room.

A massive bear, perhaps a thousand and half pounds, all rippling muscle, came walking out. It had dark black coat and was bleeding various places, patchs of it's fur and skin ripped off, like it had been attacked by dogs.

It made that low rumbling noise associated with bears, snout lowered to the ground to sniff. It's eyes were a blood red colour, and a thick red liquid, likely the blood of some creature, leaked from it's maw. It lifted its head before rising on it's hind legs, throwing it's head back, and roaring.

"Easy." Scire muttered, reaching to his back to grab his bow. It clattered to the ground as his left hand fumbled to grab it.

I don't have a left hand. He thought belatedly. I couldn't draw a bow even if I managed to hold it.