The bear reached where their group had last been together and started sniffing at the ground. Bitterroot weighed her options, none of them particularly good. She didn’t have anything in the vein of ranged weaponry, always counting on her speed to close any gaps. She wasn’t much of a melee fighter and only carried a single battered sword and a knife more suited for carving. And that wasn’t even taking into account that her opponent was a zombie bear.