Change: New World

Hunting and Processing

The moment of contact was the most important. It was this brief instance of time, that required an incredible amount of sheer timing, determination, and luck. If I messed up this one singular moment, if I lacked any single one of those important characteristics, then I’d be in for a world of hurt. It seriously wouldn’t be funny.

With that said, nothing bad like that happened.

I landed onto the boar’s back with no trouble. Following behind my decent, the black sword which I strapped onto my back using a makeshift sheath made out of rope hit me behind with a dull thud. The small, miniscule impact almost sent me teetering off of my unsteady footing.

The moment I landed on top of the boar, my knuckles instantly paled, as my hands gripped for dear life onto the Boar’s corse external hide. Its sharp bristles of fur poked and annoyed my skin, but I fought back the rising irritation as I managed to maintain my position.

The boar itself, which still chased Miss Pitiful with exuberant enthusiasm, now slowed, primarily due to the added weight and sudden impact of my arrival.

While it couldn’t see me, it more than likely knew I was here. A pest that currently clung to its back like an annoying mosquito. This was made all the more apparent, the minute its body movement became more erratic.

Instead of the usual straight forward sprint it used to do, the boar squealed loudly as it began zigzagging. Its feet stampeded recklessly throughout the hall, while it tried desperately to shake its body in an attempt to dislodge me off its back.

Unfortunately for it, I was quite persistent. I resisted with all my might as its movements grew more reckless and dangerous.

As I resisted, I could see the floating status panel above its head. It flew through the air, keeping perfect stride with the Boar’s own explosive motion, without a care in the world, unaware of the current situation its owner was currently caught up in.