The boar saw him coming and didn't bother to turn.
It lowered its head toward the next body, jaws already opening, and Jin knew he wasn't going to reach it in time. He was too far away, and his legs were still shaking from the hit against the tree.
"Song!" he shouted. "The bodies! Rust them!"
Song Ha-na was still on the ground in the roots where the boar had kicked her. For a second Jin thought she hadn't heard him. Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees, coughing, and crawled to the nearest dead boar and slapped both raw palms against its side.
The rust spread fast. On a living boar it had fought her every inch of the way, but there was nothing left in this one to fight back. The red bloomed out across its plates and ate into them, and in seconds the whole body had gone brown and soft and flaking, like something that had been sitting at the bottom of a river for a hundred years.
