After the crunch of bones snapping, there was a moment of silence that stretched out before an almighty squeal filled with pain echoed from within the arena. Michael felt his equilibrium shaken by the sound, almost causing him to fall to his knees.
With his mind in disarray, he struggled to identify what was happening. Blood had covered his face and he could no longer feel his arm. He tried to take a step back, but there was something preventing him from doing so.
His eyes moved to where his arm should be and only saw the fur of the ferocious boar, drenched with blood. His mind lagged, unable to make sense of the current situation.
Before he could react, he felt a strong pair of hands grab him by the waist, pulling him back from the beast in one swift moment.
"Get back!" the voice yelled, filled with some panic.
