>>6010896>>6010875>>6010851>>6010814>>6010768>>6010764>>6010722He did look like a good boy! He probably was just curious and stumbled upon you, no need to be hostile, it's probably doing its best at surviving anyways. Besides, it's probably more scared of you than you are of it.
You approach your paws to pet the doggo.
You don’t even know when it opened its maws, realizing only when it was tearing into your paw with those long, thick fangs, its neck having enough strength to ragdoll you around, as if you weighed nothing . It was a pretty large creature and you were the size of a teddy bear after all. You let out a scream born from the depths of your belly as the pain of having knives stabbed into your fingers makes you lose your cool, but summoning enough strength to pull your arm off the beast’s maws, rolling on the grass once it releases you from its grip.
It hurts, you can’t move your arm, even a slight breeze makes you wince. You stare at the beast with clenched jaws as you lift your only good arm in front of you. You see your machete in the corner of your eye, it seems like you dropped it when the creature bit you and now the monstrous canine stands between you and your weapon.
[The beast growls at you]
<span class="mu-b">Bearmon</span>
Health: <span class="mu-g"></span> <span class="mu-r"></span>
>[Attack! (Bear Fist) (Roll 1d20 to hit) (Indomitable soul: Your soul resonates with this technique, letting you throw a second punch instantly.)] >[Guard]>[Run for the machete (Roll 1d20)] >[Try to run away]>[Try to reason with the beast]>[Write-in] 