The forest glade was littered with torn flesh. Something big was around and judging by the crashing in the undergrowth it was still nearby. Mina grabbed her bow, notched an arrow in readiness. She carefully controlled her breathing.

A huge bugbear came dashing into the clearing. It stopped reared on its back paws and roared at her. Every fibre of her being was yelling at her to run. Instead she fired and hit it right between the eyes. It blinked a moment in surprise and then dropped heavily to the forest floor. Mina walked slowly towards it and drew her knife. She sawed of its head and took her prize back to camp.