King Arthur bestirred himself and waited no longer to deal the panther a blow [...] through its body right into its liver.

As for the young man I told you about before, I shall tell you even more: the brave man nocked a broad and biting arrow on his bow string. He aimed it with such sure form that he caught the panther squarely in the eye. Both the arrow's head and shaft went clean through the beast's eye and brain. Then he shot another arrow which landed in its ear and gave it as much pain as the first one. And the archer, who meant to get in a third shot against the beast, took aim still one more time.

The oak the young man was standing behind was broad and huge. He did not worry about the panther because the great oak protected him from being seen by the beast. All this puzzled and confounded the beast, who could not understand what it was that was fighting against it so hard and had even managed to wound it in the brain.

Marvels of Rigomer