The arrow landed on the boar, making it squeal in agony. Those two boars who saw the aftermath of their friend glared in my direction. Instead of becoming afraid, the swine wanted to fight me.
And that was what the mammals did. Those pigs heeded their instinct and charged straight towards me. It was a desperate attempt to kill me.
I charged up my bow and attempted to replace a shaft in my quiver. I discharged one bolt and hit one swine, but there was still another one coming after me. My hands snatched the arrow from my quiver and replaced the shaft I had hurled, but I was too late.
That pig was quick enough to deal damage to my body and tossed me backwards, whilst shielding my arm from the fall. My body flew from the sky and hit the bark, disrupting my consciousness. My right arm became temporarily numb, since I used it to cushion my plummet.
