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

The dog was struggling with the boar despite how well he seemed to be doing. Somehow he managed to stay on despite the violent thrashing the boar gave him. Bourbon shook his head when he could, enraging the pig as its flesh was torn. Suddenly Luce was at his side and with great effort they managed to topple his heavy weight.

Lucretia was quick to go to his belly and spilled its guts with ease. Despite how much it struggled it was done for the moment they fell to the ground. Bourbon wasn’t a fan of her plan of attack. Had they grabbed an artery or ripped its tendon they could have followed it until it bled itself out. He caught his breath and before Luce could remind him of their task the dog went for the creature's throat. From behind and over its neck he opened the throat and moments later the boar gave up its struggle and collapsed in finality. Bourbon stepped away from the harvested animal, his panting heavy as he fell back onto his haunches.

Bourbon was covered in blood, and also hal exhausted after the struggle. Still, they managed to complete their goal without incredible damage. He nearly missed that Luce had been injured. ”Are you alright?” He asked concernedly, lifting himself up with effort as he moved to her side. His concern more than obvious.

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