Let's get more!

Brad held his breath as went down to the burrow, he saw how wide the insides were as it was only supported by large roots from the trees around them. He saw all the Boars and even the piglets were lying down. Many were still mounted to another as froth came out from the mouths of the Boars.

"Damn man, you sick!" Brad saw a hog was above a youngling that was only a third of it's size.

"Does this world has FBI? Man you need to go" Brad decided this is the one he would bring back to eat. He looked around and also found another boar which was getting railed had five sleeping pglets by her side.

"Man, you didn't give this one a breal. My bad but your kind taste great with butter so I need your compliance on this matter, hehe.." Brad was happy he landed a jackpot but he must carry the boar back to the cave. So he picked the ones that would fit in the entrance quite easily, any more larger then he would have to butcher the animal before carrying it in.

"You shall be the chosen one, can I carry you though?" Brad put his arms around the boar and he was assailed by a strong musky scent.

"Damn you stink." Brad put force on his legs and he was surprised he lifted the boar with ease like he was only carrying a full suit case.

"Holy shit I'm strong! Is this from the wyvern meat? Damn this world is getting a bit more attractrive by the minute. Huph!!" Brad carried the Boar back out side.

"Damn, it feels like I could get another one If it's just this easy, wait. Should I get more? Hmm, maybe I should." Brad went too look for large vines and found some that are long enough for his plans.

Brad ran back inside and chose a bit smaller boar, he felt like he was a superhuman with this kind of strength. His face was full of smiles as he carried the unconcious boar back outside. He looked at the two meals he had gotten and felt that the day was not as planned but it turned out great.

He looked back at the burrow and felt maybe he could take one more but he shook his head as it might be too greedy of him.

"Maybe, I should get a newborn piglet." Brad looked at one of the boars he got and realized they were male and female.

"Should I try farming? But I have no idea what to feed these and I'm hundry. Maybe ine piglet won't hurt." Brad ran back and found the chubbiest piglet he could find, he found one on a Hog that was mounted by the largest Boar.

"Ohh, a baby of the big one. nice!" Brad carried the sleeping piglet away and as he was about to go out he found the skulls of the Terror BIrds and it's claws.

"Souvenirs baby." Brad picked up four claws that were not eaten and a beak of the dead bird.

"Okay that's it!! Let's run!!" Brad knew he would be a large traget with two large Boars being dragged behind him and a piglet placed on his backpack. He ran like he was Usain on Redbull as he pulled the boars back to his cave which he estimated was about six hundred and fifty meters away.

"Choo! Choo! Muthafucka!!" Brad ran excitedely as he knew there were not much predators around him from his scouting and those two giants who fought nearby were just there because they were fighting for something.

As Brad ran he saw some Elk that were spooked by his sudden presence, he felt refreshed seeing that he has so much strength as it seems some sensory facilities of his improved greatly too. Brad felt that it was a good thing that the wyvern was splattered every where that day, even if he pissed and shat himself that day.

Maybe he could get stronger by eating more strong beast, Brad relished at the thought and felt he must become a real hunter to live hear. Being alive seems great but being strong and alive sounds way more better. Brad was taken away from his daydreaming when he heard howls of a pack of Coyotes.

"So we meet again, let's see if which one is the hunter and the hunted between us." Brad's inner dweebness came out as a compulsive feeling of saying a cool line burst from inside. Brad ran faster as he dragged the two unconcious boars back to the Cave.

*Growl!!

*Rouff!!

*Awoo!!

The Coyotes closed in to pounce at Brad but their speed somehow fell short against Brad's newfound strength.

"Haha, eat my dust suckas!!" Brad smiled but then he saw something in front near the clearing in front of his cave. It was the large Coyote that looked like it was ready to pounce at him.

"Same old tactic, Let's see it you'll take this!!" Brad charged forward as he swung Robert's Hammer to a pouncing Coyote.from the side, this time the damage is critical as his strength had risen about the same as ten people. Thus the next scene was spectacular as the head of the poor mutt burst into pieces like a watermelon.

"ruff?" the rest of the coyotes stopped at the demise of their fellow and it made them angrier at the sight of the dead body. Howls, barks and growls sounded all over as the rest of the pack showed themselves to Brad.

"Oh shit!!" Brad saw about a hundred of these coyotes running around but was quite hesitant as there is something on Brad that made them uncomfortable. And it was the Glaring Pole, they were only able to have courage to attack due to the orders of the larger coyote.

Brad still kept running as it was only a hundred meters away from his home but first he must deal with this problem in front of him.

"Come at me you hairy mutt!!" Brad felt a cringe when he said that but it was too late as the large Coyote ran towards him and didn't pounce.

"Shit!" Brad let go of the vines in his hand as he stopped and waited for the Coyote to get closer. Seeing it come closer made Brad feel an exhilirating feeling deep inside. He felt bold so he swung his hammer but the coyote dodge in a split second.

Brad then swung sideways as some of the pack were pouncing on him too, it hit the ones in the air as they were flying back and hitting their fellow coyotes.

"Agrhh! Fuck that hurt!" Brad looked down as one coyote passed by him and bit his left shin.

"You fucker!" Brad smashed the hammer on the back of the poor coyote. While the large one circled around and bit Brad's left thigh then retreated to dodge the swinging hammer.

"Fuck, you want to dance ese? Let's dance muthafucka!" Brad was running on adrenaline as battle intent was radiated on his face.