No! This was not how it was meant to go. Images of what could happen to the Tainn flashed through his head as Marsh lunged forwards, beside the sow, snapping at her shoulder and even barging her once, but she was a stubborn, nasty creature hell-bent on her target; she swung her tusks at Marsh as a precursory warning, and to force him to flinch away, but that was all, and it was not enough, because this was <i>not</i> how the plan had been laid out.
With a guttural snarl, the sow made to lay into Triell properly, and out of desperation Marsh leapt forwards, sacrificing his own defences to protect Triell. He slammed bodily into the sow, finally redirecting her attention - if partially through sheer force - and she shrieked, slobber flying, twisting about and catching her tusk on the copper brute's side, opening his skin up from hip to elbow, her tusk catching and ripping a deeper wound around his ribcage.
Snarling with unadulterated rage and the damage done - he had been too close, but it was too late now, they were going to be tangled for a few seconds unless one of them broke away - Marsh fought on, the pain dulled by adrenaline and his natural resistance to it. Hoping that he had given Triell time to get out of harm's way and make a more successful attack this time, Marsh clamped his jaws down either side of the sow's spine near her hips, and though she squealed and kicked and swung again, this time puncturing his thigh, he simply refused to let go.
Either Triell would deal the killing blow or call it off, and Marsh wasn't going to relinquish his grip until that decision had been made.</blockquote>