User blog:Ronchellster/WDYD Answer - Human hunt.

As I run I try to load another dart on the crossbow, for my luck with all that corpulence she was not quickly make a fast curve over a mud puddle. She tries to follow me, but took ill and ended up slipping. I take this opportunity and shoot the bolt hits right between the breasts, if it were a normal person would fall on the floor dying with pain, but she got up as if it was nothing.

- It can only be a joke. - I say.

She takes the javelin and the break there even after playing over her shoulder. The chase begins again. I try to load another bolt, but hopeless as the former has not done much, try to pull the memory all the lessons on hunting received "first thing about hunting a bear: do not do it" useless now "Second: they have too much fat then will need many arrows / bolts "good advice, but also useless" Third: do not let him get too close "great advice.

I turn and realize that she's not following me anymore. I will have managed to lose? No, I took a shortcut and got right next to me cutting a tree in half with the third rule, if I were taller I'd be finished. She jumps at me, I roll trying to avoid, so when I stop, I point my second bolt against her and shoot, this time hit right on the head, but it was even harder than her breast, she at least felt something?

- You should stop this. - She speaks. - It would be more fun if you just let me get you.

- I bet you would love it. - I say.

Shoot it again, but merely glancing blow and hits a tree behind her. I'm already getting too tired, we can not continue for long this game of cat and mouse that's when came to mind "Rule Four:. Choose well your position" I always hunted in these woods, I know every nook and cranny and I know where I have to go if I want to take a chance.

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Finally I stop at the top of a stone hill and take position. She was on the hill Peach. Shoot the third bolt and I hit on the shoulder and then the other in the stomach, yet another in the leg. Only left me one more bolt load as fast as I can, but not before she catch me.

- The hunt is over, I won. - She says cheerfully.

- Rule Five ... - I say.

- What?

- No matter the creature, always has a weakness in the eyes. - Sheath my dagger and hit her in the eye, this time she felt, staggering pain she recoils. - And in the neck. - I shoot my last bolt that hit right on the jugular artery splashing a jet of blood. It's a silent gasp.

- But I just wanted a husband. - She speaks crying.

- Then you should have looked elsewhere.

I give her a kick and she falls from the hill. I Sweep body without life, even after all the blood lost could not be any other way. Resting upon a rock, a well-deserved rest. Now how I will explain this story?