With a snarl that sounds more bear than human, you hurl several bolts of silver and gold energy at the eye and at where you assume the rest of the body is.
The mountain growns and shakes, then collapses completely.
You fall down and down and ddown until smack!
You land smack bang in the middle of a pile of sharp rocks and Python Dust.
You cry out in agony as several pieces stab you in the back while others rain down on your chest, legs and arms.
In a vane attempt to protect your children, you roll over...

Straight on to a poison Python Tooth that pearces straight into your stomach.
Letting out another cry you roll onto your back, yet again stabbing your self with more rocks.
The pain you feel is undescribable. But its nothing compared to the emotional punch in the face when you see the essence of two unborn children dissipate into the night sky, becoming a large and small bear. With a final weeping sob, you let yourself fade, leaving nothing but the shadow of a smirking woman standing at the top of the crator, a goat skin cloak on her shoulders.

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