The boar, enraged, charged at Flint with terrifying speed. Flint's enhanced boots let him dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding the tusks. As the beast whirled to face him again, the ratwoman gave the signal.
"Now, Scraps!"
Scraps, crouched at the edge of the battlefield, pulled out a strange, long-barreled device with copper tubes and intricate gears running along its length. He attached a canister to the weapon, and with a sharp twist, steam hissed out as it powered up.
The weapon was a steam-bolt rifle, one of their more advanced pieces of tech, designed to pierce even the toughest hide. Scraps took aim at the boar's vulnerable underbelly, waiting for the perfect moment. As the boar reared up on its hind legs, preparing to crush Flint beneath its hooves, Scraps fired.
