eye of the tiger - or newt, or whatever we can find

As Bourbon dragged one of its hooves out from underneath it, the brute turned and thrust its horns towards him menacingly. Bourbon's firm hold kept the hog at a distance. It squealed and roared and kicked up its back legs to no avail. As Luce saw the creature shifting its weight back and forth, she formulated a plan. The sly female circled the pig, snarling viciously. The hog's eyes rolled in terror as it kicked out with its captured leg to no avail. It may have been a creature made up of thick, ropy muscle and bristly hair, but it was motivated by instinct and fear. Lucretia darted in and grabbed the rear leg on the same side Bourbon was worrying away at. She locked her rear legs and began to drag and tug, wrestling the pig off balance.

With a squeal-shriek, the pig was toppled off its balance and tipped over to once side. Luce dove straight for the creature's underbelly, her teeth flashing before she tore into its stomach. The wailing from the pig was almost deafening - she wished it would just die already. As she strew its innards around the pig grew weaker and weaker until it finally landed one wild kick into her temple. Lucretia grunted and reeled back, her head swimming. A cut opened up over her left eye. As head injuries do, it began bleeding quickly almost immediately. Lucretia shook her head, trying to clear the blood out of her eye. "Finish it off," she gasped. They could take care of her scrape after this cursed boar was dead.

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