[WSUCougar]

With a full-arc swing of his war axe, Soriun plunged a death blow into the lesser boar. The gruesome “chunk” sound accompanied the axe as it buried into the creature’s skull, and it was finished.

Quickly surmising that the lesser beast was done for, Puli pivoted over to the rear flank of the bigger one, and with a fluid motion reminiscent of a graceful dance leveled a full, sweeping hit of his quarterstaff against the back of the boar’s hind leg – a crippling blow that caught the target unaware. Snarling with even greater fury, it swung around to challenge the new threat, but just then Mavirr’s rapier pierced in from the original side. A weaker squeal sounded, as if some farmer’s lost pig had stepped in a gopher hole. Savage, stupid, and blinded with rage, did the creature finally sense its forthcoming demise? It mattered little, for the pent up frustration of the wemic descended upon it now with full force, the claws from his two massive paws slashing open the side of the boar’s neck and throat. With a final bellow of defiance, the great boar flung itself aside once – then again – until it finally crashed to the ground in a spray of blood and gore. The fiery eyes of the beast settled, in peculiar fashion, upon the bent form of the paladin - flared with one final, agonizing death gasp - and then glazed over as life left them. The battle was over.