Kills a bear

When I drew and hurled another blade, she was just seconds away from death. I rarely miss and my aim was perfect, the dagger burying itself up to the hilt in the bear’s left eye. It staggered and started to fall – but Thorne was still sprinting towards it. As she stabbed it in the left hind leg, the dead animal collapsed on top of her.

She was lucky not to have been killed, or at least seriously hurt by such a weight falling on her. When I dragged her out, she was covered in bear blood but otherwise unhurt. I had been impressed by the courage displayed in one so young; she deserved to walk away unscathed.

B9 C4