Nathimys tripped over a stump, face planting head first into the tall grass, onto something quite.. soft. He looked up, seeing an object snaking through the grass before him...
...Leading straight up to a dire boar. Even his mushroom hat couldn't keep him from distress as the boar spun around, ramming him in the face. 
[centre] ---Nathimys, 10,566 health points ----> 9,873 health points--- Dire Boar, ?????/????? health points. ---[/centre]
Nathimys then slid across the ground, flipping over in circles backwards until he stopped. At the last moment before getting trampled, he rolled to his right while pulling out the Agaeítí Blóhd. He got to his feet and jumped just as the boar passed under him, where he was just lying. Nathimys ran at it from behind, jumping up and stabbing his sword through its back, then pushing off with his arms and landing on his feet.. In front of the bull. "I thought this through really well, I think." Nathimys said sarcastically as the boar charged into him, just as he prepared his sword in front of him. The boar flicked his sword away while taking a grazing blow, propelling Nathimys through the air again. 
[centre] ---Nathimys, 9,873 health points -----> 7,477 health points--- Dire Boar, ????/???? health points. --- [/centre]
Nathimys landed on his back and couldn't help but wincing, even though the pain sensing function was turned off. He raced for his sword as the boar ran towards his location, missing him by only a few centimetres as he passed it. He scrabbled through the tall grass for where his sword should be, ready to end this mindless beast. "DIE, DAMMIT!" Nathimys said as he pulled his sword from the brush, turning around and using his momentum for the skill sharp nail. He sliced from the bottom right of the beast to the top left, then slashed from left to right, and finishing it with a slash from the top right to the bottom left. Not wasting a single movement, Nathimys finally had the boar on the defensive. He flicked his blade and controlled it easily, hacking and slashing away at the boar that seemed to take most of his damage pretty easily. Nathimys, tired of this, lunged and stabbed his sword through its face, then bringing out his sword and stabbing it through the head and stabbing his sword through the ground, pinning the boar there. 
[centre] ---Dire Boar, ???/??? health points - almost dead. --- [/centre]
Nathimys then spent the next few minutes kicking the boar in the face, slowly pushing the blade through its flesh as the boar was forced against the blade. the boar's face was cut in half when he was done, and instantly exploded into thousands of pipxellated crystals. 
*Final Fantasy victory theme*
Nathimys, you gained- 
Dire Boar hide, (4)
Col, (1,500)
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Nathimys pulled his sword out of the ground, rubbing the dirt off as he frowned at the dull tip. "Might as well adventure on, I need to find a place to mine so I can mark its location for the next time I come back, when I have a pickaxe." Nathimys stuck the handle of his blade under his armpit as he rubbed his hands together. "Evil hand sanitizer.." He muttered under his breath, giving off a low laugh. He then started running up the hill, sword in hand. He passed by the smooth rock, looking for something, anything..
"Bingo."
He said, looking inside the cave where four snarling wolves were attacking a lone woman.
"On second thought.." He said, half turning away.
"Well, maybe.."
"No...."
"Possibly..?"
"No."
"Doing it anyway!"
Nathimys rushed in, as he expected himself to, and before he got more than two feet in the cave, he tripped on a rock and faceplanted onto a wolf, stabbing the one next to it through the tail.
[i]"Every time, I swear.." He muttered[/i]