Feint right
From Create Your Own Story
You feint right around the Ratbear, keeping your guard up. Squeaking with rage, the Ratbear charges forward, but you keep yourself guarded. You silently thank your master, who trained you so well in swordplay. Your sword slips between the creature’s ribs and drives deep into its putrid heart. The Ratbear squeals and falls to the ground, face-down in the mud. With the beast dead on the path, you are free to move onwards.
The path winds a few more times around gigantic trees, thousands of years old, and then emerges onto a sudden plain, as if the forest had been scooped away by a gigantic hand. A river trickles thinly between short grasses and by its banks stands a tiny village.
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