"Damn it," Kevin cursed as he blocked a charging boar with his knife. He was currently practicing dual wielding, as Keith had advised him, that it was the best way to train with a soldier's blade.
Bam! The boar slammed its trunk against Kevin's knife, sending him flying into a tree.
"for fuck's sake, what's your deal? Give me a hand!" he snapped at Keith, who was chilling up on a branch.
"It's just a boar. You've got this," she said, barely glancing in his direction as she checked her watch.
'Ugh, this bitch,' he thought with an annoyed sigh as he pulled himself up from the ground. The boar, a bit wobbly from their last encounter, was getting ready for another round.
Not wanting a repeat of that shock, he zigzagged his way toward the boar, which was lumbering back at him.
With determination in his eyes, Kevin zigzagged his way towards the wobbly boar as it lumbered back towards him.
