Painfully

I fly forwards directly towards its face as it rushes down the hill releasing a deep and guttural squeal, like metal grinding beneath water. I slice through the air like a dart from the heavens, those lonely chunks of grass that rise amongst the trampled mess of the hillside are blown wide with the flare of my movement. I twist through the air like a bullet and reach out my talons at the last second, digging deep into the creatures hulking shoulders and arresting my movement, my talons lodged deep within its flesh. It's rage-filled squeals continue as it charges down the hillside. I slam my feet into the beast's ribs, then drag myself downwards to start stinging into its side between the ribs and biting and chewing at the back of its neck, slicing its scruff and gristle to bloody ribbons but unable to get to the bone beneath before the creatures momentum slams it into a tree.

On impact the beast's sopping snout smashes into the bark and compresses against it, but the **** is so great it rips me and my hand-holds off the boar's back, with my own back colliding hard with the falling tree. The pain in my wings is searing and leaves me stunned for a few precious wretched moments.

I fight back control of my body just in time to roll off the log as its jagged hooves come pummeling down, and shrapnel from the shattered tree gouges into one of my eyes and into my already damaged wings, pushing me back further. There is yapping and screams from the hill, but I haven't the time to focus my wings on them long enough to understand them.

The green-yellow blood leaking through the gap in my vision blurs it even further, and doesn't improve all that much when I pull the splinter of wood from the cratered mass of sight organs. The creature turns towards me and I have a few moments to take in its form and the jutting form of the wrecked spear still jutting from it. Mind set, I charge forward as the creature begins to step towards me.

Sprinting low to the ground I jump to the side before making my final lunge, my taloned hands less than a foot away from the shattered length of wood when the Stygian Boar slams its dense ivory tusk into my side and battering me away like a swatted fly, sending me tumbling and rolling through the battered scrub and dirt, a trail of yellow-green blood left in my wake from my cracked side. The creature charges back up the hillside towards me as I try to will the darkness to sheath my form once more.

Before it can reach me it is halted by a dozen spears shattering against its head, and a single lance of white barrels directly into it's left eye, sending out a thick gout of black blood along with its senses-shredding squeal. As I slowly rise once more to my feet a dog-creature rushes past me wearing armor made of bone and covered in ashen runes or markings, with a khopesh made from some creatures sharpened jawbone, with a cuirass, arm-guard, and leg guards also crafted from bones seemingly fitted together without signs of cordage or glue in the glances I get at the quick creature. Its left arm ends in leather tourniquet just above where the elbow would be.

As the dog creature dodges below the boar's swing of its tusks I dart forwards practically skipping down towards the foe on its now-blind side I Pounce onto its side digging in the talons of my feet and lower arms and grabbing onto the splintered haft of the polearm, pulling several inches of blood soaked wood free of its hide.

The soaking wet stygian creature thrashes from side to side and bucks forwards and backwards trying to dislodge me, its great efforts bare fruit only when I rip trough its hide, my upper hands remaining affixed to the shaft of the spear as I fall to the ground below, **** to roll and twist side to side to avoid its rampaging hooves kicking at me as it jumps from its hind to its fore legs.

The bone-clad warrior darts forwards and backwards as it slashes at the boars side, the once-white arm and armor now coated thickly in black and brown and green, the blood and mud completely blinding my antennae.

The creature turns its wrath upon the warrior, swinging its tusks back and forth and then slamming them down from above, screeching its hate all the while. When I finally get my feet on the ground I push off of it, grasping the handle with all four hands and slamming my feet again into its side and wrenching with all my might. with a burst of blood and scattered sinewy muscle the spearhead comes free, a sleek and shiny piece of metal, with a boarguard made of two steeply pointed swords, the speartip a sharpened tapered thing.

It's pained thrashing moving it out of the way of his slash, exposing him to a counterattack! A tusk is bashed into his chest, letting out a ringing crack of ivory on bone and he goes rocketing across the clearing, skipping across grass like a stone on a pond until he hits a bramble between the trees. I stab deep into shoulder with the spear held like an axe in three hands, and dig the last set of hand-talons into its open wound cutting into thick dense sinewy muscle where it's already hurting and pull, it charges after its battered opponent.

I pull from deep within my soul and manage to grab ahold of the darkness, it's comforting embrace wreathing my form and filling me with reinforced strength. Digging my talons deep into its muscle and releasing another hand to stab into its back I swing again and again with the spearhead, leaving deep gouges around its seemingly armored spine but nothing that slows the hateful creature down. I wrench myself up to stand over its spine, my talons cutting deep into its flesh to hold onto it. I see the path it is taking and know it's not enough to just kill it.

I swing myself around the boar, keeping only one hand on the shaft and one foot in the beast I smash the creatures left fore-knee with a great crack of metal and bone, and then follow the path of the spear beneath the creatures stomach as it begins to topple. Digging my talons into tis underbelly I drag myself around and beneath the beast, pulling flesh out with my foot as I pull my legs in to swing underneath it and then smash them back into its other side as I hook the right foreleg with the spear as it is trying to correct itself, forcing it to topple into the ground while turning away from the tossed warrior, I jump off of the creature and land on my feet.

As it begins to rise again on 3 shaky legs I sprint, leaning down and flapping my aching wings as fast they I can, tearing up clumps of dirt and detritus! I batter its tusk back down into the dirt as it tries to gore me and the shaft of the spear shatters, sending the head flying off!

The beast pants deeply twistings its head this way and that as it tries to regain its strength, and what remains of my eyes all focus on the brilliant white pommel of the lance stuck in its eye socket. Two more steps.

I grasp the lance's handgrip with all four hands, dig both sets of feet-talons into the dirt beneath myself and brace as I push forward with all of my Darkness enhanced strength.

I push until bone pops. Until flesh tears, and blood pours from the wretched things mouth. I push until the squealing and gurgling stops, and only the seeping of blood remains. I push until the tip of the lance pushes out of its spine with one of its vertebrae poked right through, worn ling a ring.

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I look towards the warrior's limp form, blood leaking from beneath their cuirass and their khopesh fallen to the ground beneath their slumped form.