Kennith rode his old, nearly dead pony into the brush, bravely, especially bravely when one took into the consideration of how ominous this little hunting trip's tone actually was. And with that a massive bull boar exploded in excitement, thrashing and throwing it's razor sharp tusks around in self defense. To Kennith's credit, he'd actually listened to Servian and held the horse steady when it wanted to buck and toss him.<br/><br/>The boar came screaming from the thicket straight toward Servian and his fellow huntsmen. These men didn't flinch, they sneered with glee at the prospect of spearing such a magnificent beast, but held their throws, allowing their royal master to take the first shot. Servian's eyes were not looking at the boar though, his eyes were set on Kennith. Servian fired the spear at full strength, the massive 9ft pole arm shot forth, flying straight for Kennith. But Servian's aim was flawless, and he didn't miss his target, which was the ailing pony Kennith was mounted on. The massive spear tip hit the pony in the chest and with enough force to continue on through it's chest cavity and finally out through it's soft belly, killing it instantly.<br/><br/>The other men didn't hesitate, they speared the boar and pinned it to the ground, it squealed and thrashed, trying to break free of the merciless points that bit into his thick flesh. Servian jumped from his horse and drew his large dirk from it's sheath, kneeling down close to slit the animal's throat and ending it's death rattle several seconds later.<br/><br/>Servian's men erupted in cheer , while Servian cut the beast chest open and removed it's still beating heart. He bit into it and the men rejoiced further. Finally Servian turned his attentions back to Kennith as he pulled himself out of the brambles.<br/><br/>"Wooo! Good job 'Kenny'! With the exception of your nag's loss, I would consider this a very good hunt... congratulations!" Servian called out, looking a bit maniacal with the boar's blood dripping down his face and it's still thumping heart clutched in one of his huge hands and the long pointed blade of his dirk in the other.<br/>"You alright? You look a bit frazzled...Hunting not your game?"