Wade felt like he'd been hit by a battering ram.
He could almost swear he heard a crack, his ribs flaring up with pain as he was sent flying, rolling through the mud. His vision blurred for a second before he came to a stop on his back.
A boar had rammed him clean off his feet.
The beast snorted, pawing the ground, steam rising from its nostrils. Its red eyes locked on him, pure hatred burning inside.
Wade gasped for air, the wind knocked from his lungs. He could taste blood.
Brody shouted something, Wade couldn't make out what, as the boar pawed the dirt again.
The boar charged, barreling straight towards him.
Wade forced himself upright, pain screaming through his ribs, and the moment the beast came close enough, he threw himself to the side, boots skidding on the mud.
The boar thundered past, missing him by inches, the gust of wind from its charge nearly knocking him over again.
He gasped, clutching his side, then tightened his grip on Toothpick.
