Hi! I love your writing! Please can you do something with a male villain chasing a female hero and then pinning her down with a boot to the back? I love your writing sm xx
"Ah, ah." The villain clicked his tongue with gentle disapproval, and slammed his boot down on her back with rather less of the gentleness. "Stay down."
The hero's breath crushed out of her as he pressed her to the dirt, pinning her from rising to her feet once more. It seemed impossible that he could exert so much force, and yet - he could crush her spine, if he wanted to. His strength was not exactly human after all. She twisted her head to glare at him, spitting hair out of her flushed face. "Get off me!"
"Go still. I don't want to hurt you."
He pressed down a little more, idly almost.
She dug her nails into the ground but it did little to brace her. Her exceptional speed did nothing to save her, not so long as his foot was there, with all of the cliché positioning of a hunter boasting over his conquered prey. She thrashed.
He pressed down more, and she grunted in pain and stilled. The pressure eased. Her back ached. She didn't think he'd broken anything though; for now, at least, he wasn't trying to. For now.
"Aris." Her teeth gritted. "Don't do this. Don't bring me back there. You were my friend."
"I can't pretend to hunt you forever," he said. "It's what I'm known for. There are only ever so many near misses I can get away with - even with you. If you wanted freedom you should have killed me when I had the chance."
"So this is my reward for mercy?"
"It wasn't mercy that stayed your hand, it was sentiment and arrogance." He eyed her, carefully, as he reached into his pocket for the tranquilizer. "You were so sure I would never catch up with you again."
She had been.
She was one of the fastest creatures in the world; running should have been her victory. It would have been, if the order had sent any other hunter after her. His strength helped, sure, it let him move barriers aside with the ease and ruthlessness of a juggernaut charging for its prize. But the larger problem was that he knew her better than anyone.
He trained the tranquilizer, but didn't fire. Not yet.
She didn't know if that was mercy, or sentiment, or arrogance.
"You should have stayed down," he said, again, finally. "If you hadn't risen so high they wouldn't be so desperate to clip your wings."
He would never had said that once. He wouldn't have been someone else's weapon. Someone else's monster.
"You disgust me." Her voice cracked.
His was dead. "You know what they'll do to me if I don't bring you in."
She couldn't stand to look at him, at that. She struggled to push herself up again, and once again it did nothing. The weight of him could cave the world if he wanted it to. Frustrated tears sprang to her eyes.
"You could run with me."
He crouched down, then, even if he must know risking getting close was a bad idea, even when she was pinned and exhausted. She flailed an arm. It bloodied his nose, before he caught her wrist in a vice grip, hard enough to shatter the smaller bones whether he meant to or not.
His free hand pressed the syringe to the back of her neck.
"You know I'd never keep up with you, Di."
And then he plunged a prison into her skin.
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What is a Boar Spear ?
Boar spears and their larger variant bear spears were polearms used both for hunting and for war, derived of course from boar hunting in the Middle Ages.
Boars are what happen when you take all the ham on a pig and move it back from its ass frontward where it can do some damage.
Because they have daggers jutting out of their mouth, male boars develop subcutaneous shields on their chest and shoulders during Spring to protect them from injuries during mating fights.
Their diet consist mainly of roots, mushrooms and other underground aliments that they dig up, their massive head acting as a plow. A plow mounted on a shaft is a voulge and that’s also a military polearm, which is completely irrelevant but still.
They are also delicious.
In spite -and in fact because- of the danger, boars have been prized as game animals for sport, sustenance and to display martial prowess since Roman times. Both methods of boar hunting involved very close contact with the animal before guns were introduced, and putting down one was considered a most manly feat in Western Europe, dethroned only by bear hunting in Eastern Europe and stag hunting starting in the Late Middle Age.
Pigsticking as a hunting method simply consisted in gathering the lads, grabbing a bunch of boar spears and going to catch yourself a hog, sometimes from horseback. Because we are not a species meant to last, it was usually done in Spring when boars are most aggressive and thus least likely to simply run away, but also when they are equipped with a natural bulletproof vest.
This is what boar spears were built for. A boar spear’s shaft is thick, up to man-height in length and very commonly textured in some way to improve grip. Its spearhead was relatively small, leaf-shaped, focused towards thrusting rather than slashing and fitted with the weapon’s most distinguishing feature, a protective cross bar. Military spears were generally fitted with lugs or wings, as pictured at the beginning of this post, while hunting ones had a wider variety of prongs, rotating crossbars and dangly bits all functioning in the same manner. They were designed to prevent overpenetration, as a charging boar has enough momentum and spite to drive itself all the way up a spear’s shaft to get to a hunter.
Especially in the case of bear spears, they also tended to have ferrules so that the weapon could be braced into the ground.
The same design was used when hunting with the help of hounds, although a dagger was sometimes used when the dogs are used to catch the boar rather than simply corner it. In the early modern period a more specialized weapon was designed specifically for that method of hunting, when stags had become the favorite prey of the aristocracy and less emphasis was put on risking your life in melee combat with a werepig for some slightly gamey ham.
Enters the boar sword, the last evolution in boar hunting technology before the advent of gunpowder and plug bayonets. Much like its predecessor it is strongly built with a solid, stiff and blunt blade that only turned into a spear-point double-edged tip in the last third or quarter of its length. This made the sword both stiff enough to provide the same thrusting potential as the spear, but also prevented its blade from cutting the dogs biting the large angry animal you would be currently stabbing.
And of course it came with a protective cross bar.
Rogatina: a Slavic bear-hunting spear, similar in design.
(Bohemian) Earspoon: a Central European design, generally a purely military weapon with a longer blade, but generally not deserving of a specific name in the English language especially if it’s going to be “earspoon”.
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