Colin grabbed the compound bow and quiver, crounching down as he loaded in an arrow.
'Remember Skyrim, Greys. Remember Skyrim.' Colin thought to himself.
The door was pounded on profusely and the bear hunter beat on it.
As the door handle turned, Colin aimed low and held steady. The leg of the aggressive poacher came in his line of sight, and holding true to whatever bow skills he had picked up from a fantasy game, Colin fired away. The blow was fast, and sent the hunter away wailing while clutching it. Colin slammed the door and locked it.
"Wasn't his knee, but I doubt he'll be adventuring anytime soon... if you know what I mean." Colin said to nobody.
"Like, what was that, Sammy?" a voice ditzly asked.
Colin froze.
"Like, I don't know, let's check it out, Sasha." another bimbo's voice replied.
Colin felt his heart racing and thought he should...