On the day that Boric ventured to kill a tiger, a group of soldiers from the Derian army were patrolling around the jungle for guerrillas. One of them, a corporal named Raven Holland, asked his fellow soldiers if the guerrillas could be hiding in the jungle. His sergeant, a man in his 20s named Oliver Hosa, laughed at this comment. It was stupid, he replied, to engage the enemy in his hidepoint. The hidepoint is a point of ambush, where the enemy pounces upon the prey like a tiger. The army will stick to its original patrol routes and only deviate if intelligence suggests that the enemy would attempt an ambush.
All of a sudden, gunfire emitted from the shadows of the trees. The soldiers fired in the direction of the noise, all proning down or squatting to prevent themselves from being shot. Several of the soldiers had been hit and were injured in various ways. Raven saw a guerrilla in his sights and fired. The guerrilla emitted a loud pitch groaning sound and collapsed out of sight. Raven then fired continuously in the same direction and several other similar sounds were heard. The gunfire finally stopped and Oliver’s squad went over to check the bodies of the dead guerrillas. Five dead. Oliver patted Raven on his left shoulder. “You are getting a promotion”. Raven however pointed to the injured soldiers on the ground. “Sergeant, they should get the promotion”. Oliver looked at the soldiers and commanded the men who were not hit to quickly escort the injured soldiers to safety. They moved the injured to a nearby clearing and called the medical helicopter, which came a few minutes later. The wounded were loaded on the helicopter and evacuated to a nearby field hospital.
Boric did hear the gunshots and the whirling of the helicopter, but remembered his oath to the tribe not to engage civilisation, so he kept on his intended hunt. He searched the bushes and the trees for a tiger but to no avail. A tiger could not be found. All of a sudden a loud growling sound was heard. It became louder and louder. Before Boric could react a huge, hungry tiger, with black stripes and extremely large teeth for its species, pounced upon Boric from behind and knocked him to the ground with a overwhelming force. Boric quickly grabbed the sword he had in his hand and swung it towards the stomach of the tiger. It missed but it was enough to startle the tiger and release its grip on him. The tiger than pounced back, faced by an angry Boric with the sword in his hand.
In the sweltering heat of the Amazon Forest, a tussle for life or death was about to being. The tiger’s luxurious fur shone in the mid-day sun as he circled his opponent. Its stomach growled impatiently, reminding the beast of his dire need for food. Boric locked eyes with the tiger, his dark skin gleaming with sweat. His muscles were taut as he gripped his sword with such force that his knuckles turned white. They were in a dance of death, each analysing the moves of the other in an attempt to gain an advantage.
The next stages passed within seconds. First, the attempt at intimidation. The tiger roared, baring its razor-sharp teeth, honed by its kills in the past. Boric licked his stone-dry lips and let out a guttural cry.
Next, the assault. The tiger, as per its natural instincts, leapt around the boy to get to the soft, vulnerable cartilage at the back of the neck. However, Boric was no stranger to combat and predicted this move. He swept his sword around and landed a critical strike at the tiger’s frontal chest area, the sword impaling the tiger through its shoulders to its back. The beast howled in pain as it flailed its vicious claws haphazardly, landing three large gashes on Boric’s chest before losing its balance and falling to one side. Boric gritted his teeth as the pain seared through his whole body but maintained a solid grip on the sword. It was time for the final stage: the execution.
Boric knew the next moment was crucial and would determine if he lived or died. He withdrew his sword, and the tiger immediately got to its feet, poised for another strike. However, it would not have the chance. In a split second, the sword pierced through the throat of the tiger. The tiger’s mouth opened, and it attempted to let out one last roar, but to no avail. Blood spurted out of the defeated tiger’s mouth as the life drained out from it. Boric yanked out his sword from the dead beast and stood over the slain tiger.
With victory in his hand, Boric took the tiger’s body and put it in a sack that he had brought along with him. With his trophy in hand, he started on the path back to his tribe.