Doe. Stag. Horns. Trophy. Shield.
Spear. Thrust. Penetrate. Grasp. Power.
The Hunter stood, his spear extended and his shield raised. The Stag lowered its horns and scraped its hoof against the stony forest floor. It’s doe stands behind it cowering at the encounter, trembling as the spear is thrust against the Stag’s flank. The Hunter easily penetrates its thick hide, the power of the blow bringing the Stag to its knees – horns sagging as it collapsed under its own weight. The doe turns to flee but too slow it moves, the Hunter’s grasp wrapping around their slender neck. A pretty stipend could be fetched for returning escaped doe to their masters. Though she would also make a fine trophy.