[ Dimitri comes rushing after it, heedless of branches or leaves slapping in his face. He's focused, gaze set, and he sees her fell it with an arrow. It's still alive, though. The resemblance to a boar makes him pause for only a moment. He remembers the words spat from Felix's lips, the cruel nickname - and then he lunges forward with his lance, still chasing as the creature slows but doesn't quite stop as it struggles to live. It hobbles onward.
He needs another few moments to finish closing in. ]
I have it-!
[ His yell is smaller than it might be, swallowed by the undergrowth. ]
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He needs another few moments to finish closing in. ]
I have it-!
[ His yell is smaller than it might be, swallowed by the undergrowth. ]