'Ok... so I just saw a giant two legged boar... alright. It oinked and huffed wierdly... I am hoping this is some sort of realistic LARP-er grounds, but I have a feeling that is not the case.' Michael thought to himself as he pressed his back against the stone wall of one of the side chambers of the cavern.

He could hear the two legged movement stumble and move about at the entrance of the cavern, seemingly going away.

'Is it leaving? Thank fuckin' Christ.' Michael thought to himself, but just as this idea formed into his head, just as quickly the hope of it being true was shattered when what sounded like a lot of snorting, oinking and throat based noises began to come from the front of the grotto, followed by two sets of steps, one moving away quickly and a second one approaching.

"Oh sweet baby Jesus. It's moving... god I hope it can't tell I ate pork salami for breakfast otherwise I might be even more fucked." Michael whispered panting, the lenses of his glasses fogging up slightly from panting.

He began moving away from the entrance of this side chamber, his heart beating in his throat. 'It knows I am in here. It literally looked at me entering.'

Michael slowly moved in the furthest away corner, using one of the natural stone pillars for cover. He began inhaling deeply and calming himself down.

'Alright how do you fight boars usually? Stay away from the tusks. Climb a tree? Fuck, this one has hands. Uhm... use a long weapon? I don't have anything like that. Uh... uh...' As his mind raced, he got quickly snapped out of this fervor of thought as he heard the steps reaching the opening of the side chamber he was in.

'Fuck it. Just don't get grabbed and tire it out. I can defend myself, how is this any different than any other street fight. Just... lets see if we can be amicable. It might not be bad just because it is a boar... thing... on two legs.' As he finally regained his composure he stepped out from behind the pillar and faced the individual approaching on his position, this action apparently stopping this boar person in their tracks quite quickly.

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This is the last thing Gharna needed today, genuinely. Her week was going bad enough with Rok rejecting her, now she needed to get rid of whatever wandered inside the elder offering cavern.

'Oh Brood Mother there it is...' Gharna thought as she found herself once more standing in front of this thing, directly.

'It looks like one of the Apillians, but nearly hairless... it doesn't have thumbs on its feet though... the garb seems cloth or a strangely colored skin... and I can't tell if it is an animal or a person... what the truffles is it?'

"Hey there, friend, I don't know why you are in here, but it's fine. You are in no trouble, but I have to ask ya to exit this place, it is sacred to my people." Gharna said very carefully, trying to keep her stance a bit lower and keep roughly at the same height as this creature.

'Ok. I was nice. No need to get agressive if they can understand the situation.' Gharna thought, but before she could even let out an extra snort from her flat snout, she saw the weird creature starting to bear its teeth at her, the stance it took much straighter and elevated.

'Ah truffle cakes... it is angry... and it's making itself look bigger to scare me. Guess I am going with the not so nice way. I am not leaving this thing here, last thing I need this week is a shouted lesson from Urla.'

As Gharna came to this realization she charged head first , body lowered for momentum, towards the furless creature, tusks ready to try and knock it out.

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'Why did I fucking smile at it?! God only you could be so fucking awkward you made something angry by existing!' Michael yelled at himself mentally as he now had a charging boar person coming at him.

'If I jump to the side it's going to skewer my ankles- ah shit!' With no time to think the young man steadied himself and as the impact was about to happen, he jumped up and towards Gharna, using his hands to vault over her back and head. Although, not doing this since highschool clearly had an impact on how well he could do it, and despite avoiding getting rammed, Michael did have to get up from a face plant full of cavern gravel.

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"Agh-... that could have been worse..." he groaned as he scrambled up to his feet and towards the exit into the main cavern. His eyes immediately focused on the beam of light still in the middle of the room.

"God please let me be right!" He said as he charged towards it.

Still, as quick as he was, it seemed his adversary was quicker. The massive boar woman basically grasping onto the collar of his shirt and and yanking him back to toss him away from the ray of light and also the cave's exit.

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Gharna was pissed as she shook her head and tossed the furless Apillian like person to the ground.

"You furless bastard! I try to be nice and you bare your teeth at me and try to scare me, on my people's sacred grounds and THEN you make me ram against a stone column?!" She oinked furiously as she was now throughly angry and pissed, blindingly so. As Michael got up to his feet, she didn't wait to let him think, as her large arm came down barelling with a fist clearly intent on hitting him.

The punch made direct contact, but it didn't seem to make much difference. Her elbow was still bent, it was shallow and for some reasons his forearm was protecting the right side of his body where she intented to aim her blow to knock the air out of him.

Before she could understand what the creature did exactly, it began punching back, two hooks were given back to Gharna's cheeks in retaliation, that made her reel back, at which point a third followed, a straight punch hitting her in her left tit, which resulted in her gasping, a pained oink followed by huffing through her snorting snout.

"Agh! Come here you bloody little pest." She roared seeing red.

For the next full on minute Michael was under a continous assault from Gharna, but to the boar's annoyance, although she could managed to hit him, the frustrating furless opponent she was dealing with, seemed to keep moving and barely slowed down.

She hit him and knew it hit, she was really happy the blows managed to lands , but each time she did he was too close to get a wind up and when she didn't, it was because he was stepping away too quickly.

'Gah... I am not getting any actual hits in, am I?! Why is he not hitting back anymore he seems to just be dancing around... me...' As Gharna caught herself panting while this thought was running through her head, that is when she realized.

'It is not hitting me, because it is trying to tire me out. Compared to it, I am heating up like I worked in the sun all day! Shit! It's getting harder to breath.'

It clearly stood there, patient, it kept bobbing and weaving on the tips of its feet, left and right like it was trying to make itself fall over, but wouldn't.

When Gharna finally made eye contact again with it properly, a shiver went up her spine as her breath was getting shallower by the second.

'W-why does it feel like I am staring into a b-beast's maw?' The Tuskir woman's legs began to shake a little, but that didn't last long, as a thought in her head of Yenna, her little blood brother, made her realize, she can't let this thing roam around. For his sake.

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Michael was trying his best to focus and keep on his feet, the blows he took were shallow, but they still hurt like hell, just due to the sheer strength of this boar creature. Still, her large frame was just as much a strength as it was a weakness, she needed more space for wind ups and her reaction time seemed slightly sluggish.

Adrenaline was pumping through him, the pain in his right arm becoming numb and just a warmth, he could feel himself heat up quite a bit as well.

'Angie, thank fuck I got to know you back then, cause this thing would have stampeded me without your lessons.' Michael thought with relief as he offered a really quick prayer in silence to his ex kickboxing trainer from his early teenage days.

The fight went on in this manner for a bit longer and it was clear Gharna was going all out to try and pummel Michael, but he kept up the same tactics, focusing solely on letting the boar woman tire herself out.

"Endurance hunting at its f-finest... ugh-..." he mumbled to himself sarcastically after he managed to somewhat block a hit to the side of his head. This lead to him leaving his body open and quickly he braced himself for a painful hit, but it never came...

As he slowly lowered his guard down, he could properly see now the furred 6'2" boar sow, on her knees, legs buckled and unable to get up. As she tried to push up with her three fingered hands, her knees would shake severely and she would crumple to the ground again with a pained oink and short squealing leaving her mouth.

'Oh thank fuck it's over...' he thought as he took several steps from her to hold onto a wall and finally be able to breath calmly, his heart pounding against his sternum.

He took off his backpack and pulled out his plastic water bottle, opening it to take a big gulp, the boar person, watching him, from where she kneeled, her bossom heaving with each breath.

Noticing the fixed gaze he then closed the bottle and very slowly and carefully, he extended it towards her, before dropping it close, making sure to not get into grabbing range.

'She did try to beat me up, but she wasn't agressive right away... what did I do to make her...' As he thought about it, that is when realization hit him and he facepalmed himself lightly.

'Moron you bared your teeth at an animal... animal like thing... person?' As he figured out what might hace caused this situation, he then noticed the boar woman sniffing at the water bottle she seemed to manage to open and after a few more investigating snorts, she chugged the whole bottle, when she seemed to think it is safe.

"How the fuck am I gonna tell it anything...?" Michael asked himself rubbing his temple, now realizing how his sheer stupidity in the moment he decided to smile, nearly led to him getting flattened by a massive boar woman.