The boar just stood there motionless with him. Neither knew how to approach the other, both had begun to feel their hearts race. Slowly he reached for the spear beside him, his hand inching closer. Sweat trickled down his face and then.
'Thud' he slipped to the side trying to reach for it. The boar took this chance stepping back and then charging. He braced for the impact taking it on his arms. It had sent him flying and his arms screamed in agony. Taking the chance he gained from being sent so far he stumbled up and began to run through the trees quickening his pace till his body and heart were in sync. Adrenaline caused through his body as fear chased down the rationality within his mind. Yet no matter how much he wanted to give up he didn't with the ash coloured boar bellowing behind him, it snout pumping out air like it was an engine. His body began to listen and he quickly began flying over the branches and logs on the forest floors. Grabbing at the trees beside him to propel his body faster making sharper and sharper turns to lose the boar but it did not seem to be willing to give up. With his arms at this point screeching and the hairs on the back of his neck on edge slowly he felt as if hope was draining from him.
At that moment he saw just a few dashes away the clearing was within sight. In his sights was the sword covered in leather, even if it could not cut the boar he could slam it against him. Feeling the wind against his back he threw himself towards the blade grabbing at the end he assumed was the handle. Quickening his breathing he looked to the edge of the clearing, the boar erupted out of it throwing debris around. It was scratched by the rocks and logs it had ploughed through not caring for what it deemed a nuisance.
In the creature's sights he saw the man holding some strange object it had not carried before. A chill ran down it's own backs as it felt as if the earth intended to soon welcome it. But it did not care that the boar had only one purpose: to protect it's herd and if this creature was to live it's home may be in danger.
As the boar began charging the man prepared his arms felt sore and he knew he had only one chance left. Running was no longer possible, his stamina was at the edge of its limits and so was his body. Then 'Boom!'
The boar shot at him with lightning quick momentum and then 'bang' he slammed the edge of the sword into the creature. Hurling it back in the process. The shock of the blow shuddered through his body as he nearly passed out from shock. 'Please be dead,' he prayed in his mind to gods he knew not the name of. His heart sank as he saw the boar bloody with it's crushed face and blood pouring out of every seeable orifice on its face it trudged shakily toward him. The man's heart slowly sunk deeper and deeper as it got closer and closer. Only once it had gotten close enough did his vision begin to fail and then as he began to fall lopsided from exhaustion he saw the boar's eyes roll back and collapse. Slamming into the ground from relief his face only a few mere inches from the boar he passed out.
'Huh, cold.' At first he thought this was the feeling of death as the cold embraced him. But as the sensation trickled down his face he realised it was water and shot up.
'Fu-' he shouted, feeling the pain shock his whole body. He was cut off as he saw the trembling boy on the floor. Looking no more than maybe fourteen winters he wondered who he was. However as he was about to ask him an armoured figure rushed in pointing their sword at his throat with accuracy akin to a tailor's threadwork.
'Wh- who are you?' he stammered shocked by the figure's bloodlust.
Then the figure took off their helmet. It had been a woman around maybe twenty five or so, not much older than him. She had an imposing figure and jade eyes coupled with her chestnut hair was reminiscent of a forest. Her skin tanned from most likely training and such with a glare that felt as if it had pierced him.
'I am the head of the guard which had been ordered to search for a herd of Ferrous Boars.' He cocked his head slightly confused at what a 'ferrous' boar was. Continuing, 'well one of our hounds picked up the scent but when we got there we had found your little encampment along with the boar beside you. Judging by the state you were in it was obvious you had fought it, mind you our healers were less than happy to treat someone in such a poor state. Anyways may I ask for your name?'
He looked at her realising she meant him, but he didn't know what to say. Making a lie could cause trouble later if he regained his memories so he decided to be honest. 'I, do not know my name. When I awoke I found myself within the embraces of the forest. My memories are something I cannot recall and any attempt leaves me feeling sick.'
She looked at him taken aback by his voice, 'are you not from Trunavle, the northern country. Your accent is very similar to an acquaintance of mine, I'd ask if he knew you but judging from the state you are theres a chance you had been a criminal.' He realised the tone of her voice became harsher. It made him feel wary.
'May, I ask for your name?' He replied thinking it was a good way to ease the tensions.
'Ah yes, I am Dimia Ancret of the Ancret household. The lad you scared on the floor now is Tobias Veln, an apprentice helping here.' Her tone relaxed a bit, putting him at ease. 'Anyway, stranger of Trunavle care to tell me how you had combatted a Ferrous Sprinter.'
'A ferr-oos sprinter?' confused at what she meant he asked.
'Yes a Ferrous Sprinter, the variant of boar you had fought. Normally the scouts are reckless and willing to die for their herd. Alongside their speed you need to be able to strike them as they charge you otherwise your strikes won't even harm them. An' judging form how you crumpled it's face with that odd object you're lucky you never tried stabbing it. Their skin is known to be able to stop even a decent dwarven steel sword if they're big enough.'
His heart stopped, he could only imagine the outcome if he actually tried using his wooden spear as a weapon.
'Well, you look like death's sitting at your bed. I guess it did if you survived a Ferrous Sprinter. You should eat some food and rest, I'll see if Dominic can help you with your memories.' As she walked out donning her helmet once again the boy finally stopped shaking.
He sighed looking at the timid child helplessly. Reaching over his bed he helped the child up, wincing at the pain in his body.
'Thanks mister, I'll bring your food. The rabbit we found at your site was thrown. I'm sorry if you had to struggle for it.' The man smiled at the boy.
'No, it's fine. Besides what is the meal?' His stomach was gurgling quiet loudly at this point.
Giggling at the noise Tobias replied, 'Dominic said it'd be best you eat a mix of herbs and vegetables. He said he'll add some dried beef to it but you ain't allowed ale if you want the medicines to work. So you'll get some purified water instead. Is that alright?'
'Yes it's fine but can you get me a drink first my throat is parched.'
Tobias nodded with an earnest smile shaking his orange hair out of his eyes. Watching him walk out he couldn't help but laugh. The child seemed shorter than someone his age but still had a spring in his step. Tired from all the talking he laid down to rest just for a little bit. Slowly everything went silent and he drifted off to sleep again.