[ Good instincts, 'cause Reno absolutely did not kill the gigantic thing on his own. His kill shot came from hanging off of the sword a delivery boy stabbed through its neck after Hilda stuck with an axe.
Anyways. You can see why he's not real into fighting another one. ]
I didn't kill no one's mother bear, okay? [ He's shouting over his shoulder as he sprints toward it. ] How's it even supposed to know?
[ They're not that intelligent. (Are they?) And why's everyone keep yelling at him to hit stuff that's ten times bigger than he is? That's what guns are for. No one here has a firearm. If you ask him, it's a miracle they're all still alive if this is what's hanging around on their doorstep on the daily.
He smacks the bear on the nose (it recoils with a roar) and promptly gets swatted across the snow. ]
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Anyways. You can see why he's not real into fighting another one. ]
I didn't kill no one's mother bear, okay? [ He's shouting over his shoulder as he sprints toward it. ] How's it even supposed to know?
[ They're not that intelligent. (Are they?) And why's everyone keep yelling at him to hit stuff that's ten times bigger than he is? That's what guns are for. No one here has a firearm. If you ask him, it's a miracle they're all still alive if this is what's hanging around on their doorstep on the daily.
He smacks the bear on the nose (it recoils with a roar) and promptly gets swatted across the snow. ]