Lizard Fighter blinked once when the male boar was stolen away by the Steppe Archer. It was going to be a slow game of cat and mouse, every time the boar would pass he'd have added another cut. But that was changed when the girl decided 'Imma ride the piggy!'. Sighing he watched the pair for a moment before the mother board let out a threatening squeal and charged at him. That garnered his attention quick, but he wasn't in a good position to slash since his original target had been the male. [color=red][i]Couldn't have grabbed the female?[/i][/color] He thought grumpily.

When the female neared he shoved himself to the side, avoiding her tusks but splashing dirt and sand into one of her eyes as he went. They were pretty damn large but they were still just boars and had predictable attack patterns. Just avoid the tusks and you were good, their kicking was pretty subpar if they ever even did kick. He kept his eyes on the female, waiting for her to turn or to focus on clearing her eye, before he'd move again. Although hearing Druid Girl yell in the ditch almost made him turn.

What the hell was that girl doing? And why was she so bent on the boars not dying? Whatever, he rolled his wrist making the joint crackle, before starting to slowly move, circling the female boar like the predator he was.