The boar's skull let out a sickening crunch, and it seemed that with all likelyhood the next hit would be the last the boar would ever feel, if it even had time to feel that. Looking nearly dead, the large boar did its best to shake Marric off of it, to free its head from the trapping hold, but finding itself caught. With nowhere to go it squealed loudly, its whining turning to a more blood-curling screams of rage as the boar tried to toss its head back and hit her with its tusks, without success but threatening enough.<br/><br/>This beast of a boar might be a wild animal, but it<em>hated</em>people with burning passion, it wasn't just fighting to protect itself, there was pure<em>hate</em>in its eyes.