The throwing knife lodged itself into the bear's one good eye, causing a loud roar of pain and anger to emerge, the bear waving its paws but hitting only thin air, blinded, as Tehr's staff kept it at some distance. As the bear neared him and raised its paws preparing to maul him, the swing of the staff caught it risen figure in the chest, into the cuts, yanking the wound apart, deepening it, the bear howling in pain and trembling a moment before collapsing, almost burying Tehr under its chest as it came down with a slam.<br/><br/>Tehr stood there, alive, where as the elven woman lay there bleeding badly, and beaten up. Her leg looking like it took a serious injury from the bite, her head bloody from the paw-slam on the head, and the paw on her back seemed to have left its own scratches, but those looked at least a little less grievous. Coughing on the ground, the woman looked up at Tehr. "I... forfeit.. fire the white headed arrow with my bow for me. Its my sign." She groaned.