At that last instant, the boar's eyes closed and it held still. Almost as if in all its defiance, it accepted still the fact that it was going to die, and took it with a little more grace and honor than most beings. The hard slam caved in the skull, the hit burning inside the skull as well, the board slumping on the ground with a broken skull, seared and smoking at the 'crater' its skull now had on it. As it slumped down, collapsed, it left Marric standing there victorious.<br/><br/>The boar's cavern was nearby, and there were still those five moonbloom flowers before its lair. The flowers looked pretty much like any other small frail flower in sunlight, except their buds had closed. Curiously, they seemed to only be open in the light of the moon, perhaps having earned their name from that.