Milo just barely evaded the bear’s next swing. He scrambled to his feet and began running as the creature gave chase.
Milo held his bleeding arm, he couldn’t believe how painful it was. “How could this happen?” He thought; last time he remembered he fell asleep in his bedroom, how did he end up in this mess?
Milo kept running, he began breathing heavily he knew he couldn't go on for much longer. He fell, Milo couldn’t tell if it was from exhaustion or if he just tripped over, but it didn’t matter, the bear wasn’t far behind. This was it, his last moments, he closed his eyes and waited for death to rear its head upon him.
But the swing never came; it was replaced with the sound of loud and pained roar. Milo opened his eyes to see the bear, three arrows in it’s back. The bear turned around to face its attacker.
A small hooded figure jumped down from the trees, they were covered in robes and armour so Milo couldn’t tell if his saviour was a man or a woman. They held a bow in their left hand. The figure nocked an arrow and aimed at the bear, which looked between Milo and the hooded archer, it gave the archer all of its attention.
They began to circle each other for awhile, it was a stand-off to see who would strike first. The figure took the initiative and shot his arrow, the bear dodged and the arrow just barely missed its target. Now the bear came charging at the archer as they nocked another arrow. The bear closed in and went to swing, but the archer dodged smoothly; it was so quick Milo didn’t even see the movement. The figure aimed their bow between the bear's eyes “Bullseye,” they figure whispered and hit on target. The bear collapsed to the ground with a thud, it was dead.
Milo cheered but was breathing heavily, he looked at his wound. It was still bleeding badly. He turned back and saw the figure approaching him, his sight blurred as the figure leaned down.
The last thing Milo heard before he passed out was “Are you okay?”