This time the impact was fiercer than any before.
The wild boar's body swayed, its limbs twitched, and its head drooped limply.
Its eyes rolled back, pupils rapidly dilated, breath ceased, and it moved no more.
Seraphina Caldwell lay in the damp pile of fallen leaves, her throat filled with the taste of blood.
After a long while, she dared to slowly lift her head, her gaze trembling as she looked at the fallen wild boar.
With trembling hands, she supported herself against the wet, soft leaves, slowly sitting up bit by bit.
The wound on her arm was still oozing blood.
Had she been a moment slower, she would have been pierced by its tusks.
Finally catching her breath, she struggled to take a breath, intending to raise her hand to store the wild boar into her space.
Suddenly, a voice came unexpectedly from behind.
"Tsk, you can really hold your own, no help, and you managed to take down such a big beast?"
Seraphina became completely rigid.
She turned around abruptly.
