Fought Papa Bear. When the giant horrible... thing came Andrew braced himself. Ok this time, this time he was going to do a thing. This time he would stand his grown.
He closed his eyes and then forced them open again. Ok... He turned up his fire a little more and managed to burn some fur off it.
Though by the end he was just covered in scratch marks. Arms face and even wings. Especially wings. At least there was no holes in them. He checked. He was worried about holes. Andrew did not want to have a hole in his wing. That would be terrible.
His arm sure hurt though... oh blood... lots of blood. He felt a little faint. Not good at all.
Andrew stepped further into the cave looking for something possibly to patch his arm and found...
A trophy that said, "I FOUGHT THE 3 BEARS AND LIVED". Really? Really? He stared at it. Ok then. He put pressure on his arm instead... ewe so gross blood on his hand. So gross.
Ok then, he would just go home.... and keep the trophy.