We naturally knew about the bear, but that it would come all the way to the village... My uncle sighed and then said, "The people here are scared, Magnus. They want to go home. Our supplies will only last through the winter, but none of us are particularly good at fighting. Maybe together we could manage, but no one would dare to resist voluntarily. It would be a bloodbath. What should we do?" I proudly puffed out my chest and told my uncle about my mission. When I was finished, my uncle looked at me in disbelief. "You want to defeat the bear with this broken leg?" I had to admit that my leg was a major obstacle. Still, I didn’t necessarily have to run to kill the bear, right? I mean, if I had reacted faster on the tree earlier, the bear would already be dead.