[center][h3][color=bedded]Thomas Richard Harrison[/color][/h3]
[b]Location:[/b] The Tower, American 2nd Floor (British 1st floor)
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Sana, Boar A [/center]
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Our roles must be settled,
One must make the dinner,
Either ham or long pork.

Miraculously, it seemed Thomas's vision had returned, a brief moment of blackness, and yet now only dire tidings to behold. As if he was warded by the divines against these infernal hogs, the momentarily blinded sorcerer was spared a goring of his lifetime, and rather Sana took the brunt of the wild hog's attack. A quick check in the seconds his vision returned the darkness of his eyes clearing to reveal the charged boar strike Sana back. Not piercing her soft organs thankfully, but it sure looked like it hurt. After all this was a pretty good sized beast running at maybe 20-40 some odd miles per hour in a matter of seconds ought to be at least be close to 300 some newtons. Packing a pretty good wallop, although perhaps lessened by some excellent timing on Sana's part. Thomas would have been steamrolled over.

[color=bedded]"You alright Sana? Get back! I'll try and fry this bristleback when you're outta range! About six feet should do it!"[/color] A preparation of coordinated attacks, it was a long shot, but if Sana could give the boy the distance and the timing was right, an opening could blast the boar in a spotlight, sizzling that bacon and more so, burning it again should that pig think about rushing recklessly into either of them (again, in the case of Sana). Pointing with an finger at the place above the boar as he himself took a few back-peddles back to avoid getting caught in his own spell. There wasn't much space left, but the door and the wall. But at least the wall would cover his ass. Metaphorically speaking, given his lack of pants currently.