Well, he wasn't doing badly, but he wasn't doing quite as well as he'd hoped. It'd bucked him off, and after a rather unpleasant meeting with the pavement, he was circling it stepping in close when he could, his extra limbs tearing at the boar's flesh with deadly efficiency.

This ridiculous dance had gone on long enough, he just had to... there! There was the opening he needed - the boar kicked, a well-aimed rear hoof headed for Alabaster's head. He ducked, feeling the sting as the boar's kick grazed his forehead, mechanical arms going for the rear leg that still supported the creature's weight, ripping into the ligaments. The leg buckled awkwardly, and while the it attempted to steady itself, he tore into it's remaining rear leg.

With his adversary half-crippled, he circled to its front, meaning to take out its remaining legs. The boar mush have grasped this as well, because it lurched, jerking its head violently, and wedged a tusk right under Alabaster's ribs.

He grunted, feeling his flesh tear as the boar jerked it's head back and tossed him clean over its body. Sky, pavement, boar, it all blurred together until he hit the cement with a dull thud.