So I'm wandering around in my boat looking for my next boar when I spot a bear off in the distance. Seeing this as my chance to one-up Hazzor in our little hunting competition, I immediately start raining down rocks on the beast. My meager Marksmanship and Sling quality do little in my favor but I continue my assault in hopes of bringing such a worthy trophy back home.
About 20 minutes into my attack, one of my comrades starts walking out of the forest behind the bear, almost oblivious to the danger he was in. Without hesitation the bear switches targets and wastes no time mauling the poor Hearthling to death.

Seeing my comrade fall in battle only strengthened my resolve and I renewed my attacks with an unnatural zeal. Blow after continuous blow struck the bear and after what felt like an eternity, it finally succumbed to the blunt trauma I inflicted upon it and collapsed with a death sigh. My comrade was already back recovering his gear as we celebrated the somewhat successful hunt and returned back to camp.

The unfed mind devours itself. - Gore Vidal