Arena
You pull the blade out on your knife and turn slowly around. Staring you down with eyes clouded by insanity is an angry looking boar that comes up to waste level. Which is pretty tall considering your seven foot stature.
It snorts in derision and pushes at the dirt with one of it's forpaws. It's tusks are massive and there is no denying the danger in those mouth spears.
"A fucking pig," You say aloud; speakng more towards the pay per view television audience than to yourself. You laugh cockily, displaying more bravery than you actually feel. You know how to battle humans, but animals are something else. They are unpredictable and more instinctive than strategical.
It snorts in derision and pushes at the dirt with one of it's forpaws. It's tusks are massive and there is no denying the danger in those mouth spears.
"A fucking pig," You say aloud; speakng more towards the pay per view television audience than to yourself. You laugh cockily, displaying more bravery than you actually feel. You know how to battle humans, but animals are something else. They are unpredictable and more instinctive than strategical.