It doesn’t happen often but when it does, it’s time to celebrate. Replaying in your mind in slow motion. The prey begging for you to let them go. Raising their hands up in a sign of mercy to which you have none. Swinging down hard and fast with the machete. And by some fluke of chance, striking at the elbow, you slice the full length of their humérus, cleaving it in half. Absolutely worthy of this happy snap.