Didn’t take a genius to deduce that the Ursa wasn’t done with me. Apparently, imbedding a pickaxe in somecreature’s foot made me top of the list. You know how the saying goes: Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I hereby coin this as my new motto. Actually, no, that wasn’t quite accurate. I had already been seared and charred, so it was more like, “out of the fire and into the magma pit.” There. Glad we got that sorted out.