Morul crept through the caverns, silently. She was skilled with a crossbow and was tasked with hunting animals for food. A step, and hiss, and a rumble came from near her. Morul had found her target.
Then, she realised her mistake. A gigantic blue worm with a revolving maw of teeth for a head erupted out of the ground. Morul gave a cry of fear and jumped backwards, bruising her leg. She hurriedly loaded up a bolt into her crossbow and fired- the bolt did little more than anger the creature. It moved at lightning speed toward her, and Morul scrambled as fast as she could.
But she wasn't fast enough. The creature caught her by the foot, and ripped and tore at it. Morul was no weakling, but this pain was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It flung her away and she landed heavily with her foot missing and pumping blood.
Grunting with pain, Morul loaded another bolt. She fired, and missed. The creature lunged again and Morul knew it was the end... She braced herself for death, that she might be taken into the paws of Sarvesh Canyongorge, the Hoary Marmot God of Volcanos and Mountains. With a sickening crunch, the creature bit Morul's entire left leg off, up to the hip. Morul was swiftly tiring, and she knew that she had one shot left. She loaded her lucky *<<*rhesus macaque bone bolt*>>* into the crossbow. She took aim and fired... The bolt flew true- into the head of the beast and out the other side. With a great scream, it crashed to the ground with a sound that shook the cavern floor.
Morul's last sight before she fainted from blood loss was her dear friend Litast Shemkol, Miner seeing her and carrying her to safety.
"...I did it, Litast...!" she managed to get out.
Litast, with her standard stoicism merely grunted and patted Morul on her back. "Rest easy, dear heart."