The horse, pained, broke into a run, its hooves beating the ground. Pierre gave Winters a complex look and galloped away, disappearing into the shadows of the trees at the river bend.
Old Sergei and Ralph crossed the river on a single horse and returned to Winters' side.
"My lord! This won't do! We need to scatter them! Everyone retreat!" From a dozen meters away, the old Hunter couldn't help but shout loudly.
The giant bear in the river was already impaled with over twenty javelins. The riders pulled on the ropes in all eight directions to the west, rendering the beast seemingly immobile for a time.
"Why?"
"The animal has an injury in its mouth, it can't eat. As long as we tire it out, it will inevitably weaken," the old Hunter said, rushing to Winters' side, speaking anxiously, "Now this is only drawing out its ferocity!"
