You shift your body and wrap your right arm around the neck of the bristle-backed peccary and squeeze with all of your might!
Roundtime: 5 seconds.
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Your pulse quickens with the imminent demise of the bristle-backed peccary trapped in your grasp, as a deep, blood red fills your vision. Letting loose a roar of which Trothfang himself would be proud, with one brutal twist you yank your arm across your chest and shatter the neck of the bristle-backed peccary with a gruesome "CRACK"!

You drop the carcass of the peccary to the ground.
A bristle-backed peccary flops in a porky heap, squealing one last time before passing into oblivion.
Roundtime: 5 seconds.

>>> You punch your fist precisely at a bristle-backed peccary's abdomen, hitting it with a heavy strike that causes its eyes to bulge in pain as its vital organs are re-arranged into gelatin soup.

Sweet. Very sweet.

Amagaim; the player of,

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Those destined to die greet you
Take your sword
And dance, dance, dance, dance!
Dance the dance of death!
--- Das Ich, Kain und Abel (translation)