As I inserted the pointy tip of my pickaxe into the flesh of the Ursa’s back paw, time resumed back to normal. I didn’t expect anything out of my cocky power move, but who knows, maybe I had hit a literal Ponechilles’ heel? Well, whatever little damage I did, it was enough to trigger a deafening howl that sent my poor sensitive ears flat on my head. Been a lotta loud noises in one day.