Both the Druid Girl and the guard stood silent, staring almost agape at what had transpired before them. The lizardman had let out a bellowing, thunderous roar that echoed so loudly and intensely that one could be forgiven for having mistaken it for a lion, or something even fiercer! But, that wasn't the main reason why they were gawking in disbelief. The main reason was the foreign girl, who had somehow managed to intercept a charging boar, latch on and swing herself on top of it, and was now trying to ride it... Or at least hang on to it. While the guard looked more to be in disbelief and somewhat impressed by the astounding feat, the druid looked far more concerned and worried.

Boars had excellent stamina, and while they couldn't buck as well as horses, the fact that they were far wilder and more prone to crashing into things without a care, made them ill-suited for mounting. Plus, while holding onto its tusks made it temporarily unable to gore anyone, a single slip of the hand, or the boar slamming its head into the side of tree, would cause serious damage to the girl's fingers and palm, and it was very unlikely that she could hang on with just one hand.

Unfortunately, while the brave steppe girl's plan had managed to occupy the male boar from attacking their lizard-friend, the same could not be said for the sow. The reptile's beastial warcry had left an impression of danger and alarm in both hogs, and they had seemingly deemed him to be the single most potent threat out of all the gathered bipeds. As such, while the galt bucked and shook and made dashes in zig-zags to try and shake its unwanted rider off, the female boar locked eyes with the lizard, let out a snarling squeal, and charged! Dust and dirt kicking up behind it as its powerful legs propelled it forward at high speed. If the red giant wasn't careful, he'd get a nasty gash for sure!

However, this wasn't all bad. With the male being occupied and the female now charging the [i]immediate[/i] threat, the druid was free to act wihtout fear of being charged in the back. Not wanting to waaste the efforts of her allies, she turned back to the trapped piglet and, though not rushing, did her best to hurry to its side. Kneeling down, she began to tug and pull at the various wooden spikes and poles that kept the little critter locked in. The babe merely stared at her, curious and confused - as if it wasn't sure what was going on, or if this was a dream perhaps. Still, many of the wooden protrusions proved to either be too heavy, or too rigid and solidly stuck in placce to move, at least with her strength. The lizardman could probably have yanked these sharpened poles out with a bit of effort, but she sadly did not possess the strength to wrestle bears in the nude.

Then, an idea dawned on her. She might not be strong physically, but there were two things wood in general was weak to.

Rising up again, she took a few steps back and to the side, away from the tiny boar. Breathing out slowly, she unhitched the staff on her back, holding it in her left hand, firmly placing the butt-end of the shaft on the ground. With her right hand held out infront of her, fingers spread wide, she opened her eyes and began to chant in an uncharacteriscally forceful and commanding voice.

"[b][i]May winter's touch chill your bones, shiver in the icy cold, frost fingers![/i][/b]"

Upon completion of the incantation, an azure-white glow eminated from her palm, and in a sudden burst of luminous light blue, a short-ranged wedge that looked to be the very essence of ice and cold shot forth infront of the caster. The wispy, gassy, mist-like energy spread out and enveloped several of the spiky extensions, causing frost and even small amounts of ice to immediate form upon them. The druid had been careful though, stepping far enough aside so that the spell hadn't touched or harmed the piglet, but still being close enough to effect the palisade poles close to it. Letting out another breath, she now firmly grasped her staff with both hands.

"[b]NOW, TAKE THIS![/b]" She called out, apparently believing the inanimate spike-defenses were capable of hearing her...

With that though, she began to whack at the now-frozen woodwork. Hopefully, the cold from her spell would have made them more brittle... That was her plan anyway. If she couldn't pull them out, she could at least try breaking them. Sadly, this would have been easier if she'd had an axe or a hammer of some sort... She only hoped her allies could hang on long enough without getting hurt. Once the piglet was free, she could release her hold on its mind, and then the three boars could run off - without anyone needing to take a dirt-nap.