(Addisonius, still slightly insane, waves to Titus to follow him.)

We shall lure the beastie to the stream and there surround it...and POUNCE! Yes, ahahaha, we shall POUNCE, and then, when the hated beast squeals its last, we shall carry him back for cooking...and I'll do that bit also.

(Silently, stealthily, the Roman creeps along the underbrush... Slowly arising from the leaf pile, he stalks the boar, who has taken a moment to eat a bit of grass.)

NOW!

(The Romans charge foward... The pig squeals in abject terror as he notes the gleam of anger in the eyes of Addy. He knows that his days are numbered... He looks around in terror, narrows his brows, and prances about nervously. Addisonius descends upon the boar with a sudden leap, flattening it out to the ground...)