"You rotten pile of garbage!" The large shout of annoyance made Clark's head snap up. He recognized the voice before hearing the sound of something charging through the nearby dried brush.
"Don't think you can just walk through here without caution!" Clark yelled back and used the black lightning spear to guard against the familiar tusks on the molten boars' head.
He had deftly used his strength to push the molten boar off course and away from him and the poison vine cluster that Shy had control of. To anyone else, it looked like the poison vine cluster was about to strike him. But in reality, Shy was just showing Clark the higher degree of control she had since she had been getting stronger a lot faster lately.
