"No, no, NO!"
Ted was too quick, and if he had not been, the bear would have taken that honor. Ted shot at it six times.
On the sixth shot, he experienced the rush of blood in his head that always came when he was facing death eye to eye. It was an invigorating and toxic compound of what was most likely a natural explosive of some sort. He could have ridden the high forever.
The bear toppled over with a roar and a loud THUD.
"You insane city-dwelling sewer lizard!" Temp yelled at Ted. "Do you realize what you have done? This will be an international scandal! You DO NOT kill a bear! That one was not even nearly threatening!"
"I have a feeling I got baited," Ted snarled. "But for the sake of peace, you can sacrifice your side job as a guide. Tell them you had a fatal miscommunication."
