>>5791083>>5791090>>5791117>>5791340>>5791677>>5792819And it was time to fight the beast. Taking the spear from your guardsman you prepared to face it and advanced slowly. A boar of course was a mass of muscles and hide that had to be stricken precisely to be killed in one go. You were experience in these kinds of hunts and had felled many great beasts like a really big brown boar in the Ardennes forest, even bigger than this one. So you advanced slowly and when you saw that the powerful animal eature was about to charge you you stopped, right foot behind yours, knees lightly bent as if you were about to be charged by a a cavalryman, but a cavalryman far smaller than you that will try to get your legs, make you fall and gore you to death with it's tusks. You aimed for the left flank of the beast, using the specially crafted blade to get it's hearth to kill it in one go, with a bit of chance it's own weight and the power of it's charge could be used against it. As your father told you when he taught you to hunt "let the boar do the work for you".
And you did, you received the charge and struck true not even recoiling against such might even if it demanded a tremendous effort. The boar had a strong "huiiiiiii" and stopped in it's tracks. You continued to thrust into it's flesh and it stayed immobile, looking at you with his evil eyes. You continued to thrust it and then saw that he tried no more to push towards you. You then extracted your spear and looked at the work, the beast was dead, but it hasn't fallen, staying solidly still as many boars do. What an animal ! It was because of such boars that young men grew into good fighters, as strong and stubborn as them. You hoped to find other beasts of this quality in your forest. You pushed it down to make it fall while everybody in your suite clapped at your victory. And you told joyfully.
-I am in great thirst. Ancel, bring me my gourdasse !
