>>5396575>>5396699>>5397134>>5397139>>5397621>Ready your spear to lance it through the eyes.Your hand instinctively flies for the wand at your hip, but you stay your hand for now. Your master told you that magic would taint the beast’s fat, so this whole hunt would amount to no more than a good meal. And your poor grasp on the WILDCARD could spell real trouble in such a hot situation. You’d best save it for an emergency.
“Snuff!” Your master repeats. “The gun! Now!”
You instead grind your heel into the rock bed beneath you and levy your spear at the boar’s forehead. The pig, however, does not let up from it’s feverish dash toward you, a path cut straight down the through riverbed toward your master. And as the pungent stink of its breath wets your eyes, its blade-like tusks up about your neck like a guillotine, you plunge your spear upward.
Your twig does not halt the boar’s freight–nor even kill it–but instead sticks itself into the fatcap of its head, a surface wound that sticks your spear in and drags it along with it, you included. You manage to just barely keep your grip on the polearm as you levy yourself up along the boar’s back.
You’re sat now atop the boar’s back, the beast bucking back and forth, a whiteknuckled grip tight on your spear and its matted fur. Your master has begun to attempt to reload the blunderbuss with one arm–your bravery has afforded you some small chance, at least.
>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.>Focus on keeping the beast at bay and distracted while Lady Sigrid repairs her blunderbuss.>Get off it. You’ll have to reload the blunderbuss while its distracted by the spear in its head.>Write-In. 