Sawtooth Spire angst.

the mountain-man moved with a raw power that ancelin would never be able to achieve at his most rugged. beneath his hard grasp, the pig surged and squealed but to no avail. after psyching himself up for a minute, ancelin darted forward, under the tusks, and ripped the animal's throat open.
a final piercing scream echoed over the cliffs, and he looked in awe toward void.