Boartusk Heights holy, unholy, beast and divine

His snout was too blocky to be of use in this battle, the boar's limbs stout but powerful in equal measure, and moving with staccato steps to keep away from him. Soon enough the creature was too distracted by the snarling of Tusk and the lunge for its throat, allowing Tulimaq to grab at those hocks and tear at ligaments whenever he could grasp them between his teeth. He managed to get a strong enough hold on one limb and bite down, hearing the snap of bone and a great squeal — but he was away again, circling the boar along the alternate side and looking for another momentary lapse in its behavior that would allow for Tulimaq's assault. Tusk was going for the throat, and it was with great pride and expectation that the mountaineer watched, enjoying the spectacle. They would conquer this beast, and then they would gorge themselves.