He felt as if every bone in his body was broken, but he managed to clamber to his feet just as the bear slid to a halt beside him. The bear rose up onto its hind legs. Its claws sliced through the air. They were as long and as sharp as sabre-toothed tiger teeth. Arg ducked as they whizzed past his neck. He backed away, glancing wildly around. Where was his spear? He didn't want to die without a fight. The bear's jaws gaped open. Its breath smelt disgusting. Thick strings of drool hung from its fangs. Arg scrunched up his eyes and waited to be chomped in half.