BATTLE MODE: some of your options are to cower, cautious attack, bold attack, and recklessness. these affect your chance to hit and defend. describe your actions and I might apply pluses or minuses to suceed.
Eral and Urist move to face off with the bear, while the rest move around to flank. The bear charges and Eral leaps forward and swings as it comes in, but the bear overruns her riseing up and bearing down on her. She raises her shield at the last moment and is pinned beneath it with the bears weight on top. her axeblow cuts through the bears shoulder as it comes down, slashing through fur muscle and deep and a bone or two with her might. Urist swings the mace, striking the bear in the arm and bruising bone muscle and fat.
The bear is enraged, and recklessly bites down, striking the shield and tearing a corner off it, Its right paw winds up and claws below the shield, Eral bearly kicks her leg up, preventing her from being disembowled, but the ragged claws plunge into her outer hip! The bear bleeds profusely. Urist grips the stone mace by both hands and swings boldly and the bear, but the shot glances off its thick hide with a minimum of damage. Eral swings at it, but is unable to get a good shot at this distance, so she benches the shield and the bear up off her a ways and kicks the bear in the groin with her short legs. RAAAAAAAWRRR!!!.The bear is in pain. The rest of the dwarves are in position flanking the bear at a distance, and unleash a volley of missiles and the bear. A rock bounces off, an arrow sticks crookedly out of it side near the ribs, a flying hatchet cuts the leg and deflects off, and a thrown skillet crushes its ear and dings off the skull. Ochita leaps upon its back at this time with a hatchet in his teeth and a camp knife in his hand. He stabs the knife in ferociously near the spine! the knife bends and warps on the hard bone but Ochitas great strength drives it through, severing the spinal column! The bear looks pale and rolls to the side, knocking over the still and spilling a growing trail of whiskey into the firepit...
Everyone swings again at the wheezing, pallid bear. Eral not even bothering to get up before buring her axe in its belly. The bear looks up at Org with its tounge hanging out before he smashes its face. A few more blows put it to an end and the spilled whiskey reaches the fire and quickly runs up to the barrel of booze...