The old Hunter roared as he drew his longbow tight as the full moon, and with a flash of cold light, a heavy arrow whisked across the mountain stream. Guided by the wind, the arrowhead found its mark in the giant bear's left eye.
Blood and other matter gushed from the socket of the giant bear's eye. The momentum of the arrow did not stop there but continued to bore deeper, until the shaft sank more than three inches into the left eye.
Yet even the toughest longbow combined with a weighted arrow hitting directly in the eye could not kill the beast; instead, it only made it more dangerous.
Driven to frenzy by the agonizing pain, the giant bear let out a roar that made the mountains tremble. It abandoned Winters, who was within easy reach, and lunged towards the opposite bank to tear the old Hunter to pieces.
The old Hunter, who had twisted his ankle, did not run either but stood his ground, continuing to shoot arrows at the fierce beast.
