If there's anything more unfortunate in this world than encountering a terrorist in a small alley, it must be when escaping from that terrorist, another terrorist wielding a bazooka appears at the other end of the alley.
The wild boars' situation was similar at this moment.
Fred, wielding an axe, clearly had a more oppressive aura.
This sense of oppression was abstract but undeniably present.
With Fred in front and Roland behind, the wild boars' formation was completely messed up.
Roland, from behind, strung an arrow again, aimed at a fleeing piglet, and with a bit of foresight, the arrow whistled through the air, embedding itself into the piglet's body.
The piglet let out a miserable scream, its body shuddering as if struck by lightning, losing balance and tumbling into the distance.
Good shot!
Fred thought as he swung his axe with all his might.
Beside him, a wild boar was desperately fleeing.
