"Cough, cough," Kevin coughed heavily as he endured another blow to the side of his stomach.
The boar's who speed had slowed down slightly, mostly due to the knife wound on its face and the injured joint in one of its legs, looked at Kevin with more fury.
"Careful, don't slash its fur too much, or it'll reduce its worth," Keith advised, observing Kevin getting pummeled by the silver boar.
"If you care so much, why don't you kill it yourself?" Kevin retorted, skillfully dodging the bone-crushing bites of the boar.
Keith chuckled without saying anything, finding Kevin's predicament quite amusing.
Both combatants were in a similar state of distress. The boar's movements were sluggish due to its injured joints, and Kevin was feeling pain all over his body due to the boar's body slams.
