Lizard Fighter paused briefly and glared back at the guard. [color=red]"If we live through this I'm kicking your ass for being about as helpful as a pile of dung."[/color] He growled out before crouching down. A single hand bracing his upper body while his legs splayed and his toe-claws dug into the ground. His other arm, the one with the blade, was held out straight away from him to the side. [color=red]"Archer, aim for the hind legs on a male. Males have a tough shoulder, chest, and neck from a strange bone-like substance."[/color] He said as he bared his teeth at the male boar.

His fangs didn't have anything on those tusks, but the tusks were its only true weapon. Avoid them and it'd go down like any other hog. Only bigger with tougher meat. Druid gave a few suggestions, mainly keep it busy, So he inhaled, his chest visibly expanding, before he released the breath in a long and loud roar. Unsurprisingly beast-like given what he was and the obvious sound of an apex predator to a boar. When his roar ended he bared his teeth once more, His strong fingers dug into the dirt a little, ready to scoop a handful up to splash in the boars eyes if it charged him. That long muscular tail behind him thumped powerfully on the ground as he waited to see what the male boar would do.

He knew he could lift it up with relative ease, but a struggling animal was always a pain to try and keep a hold of. Especially when they had tusks flailing around. Him without some good chainmail...