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Your feathered shaft cuts the air and sinks deep into the creature's shoulder. It shrieks in pain and snaps the arrow in two with one swipe of its gigantic paw. Although you have injured the beast, it is far from dead. Sharp claws stained with blood lash back at your head, and you duck only just in time to save yourself from decapitation. Hurriedly, you prepare for combat.

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Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.