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The boar that killed Bobby B will paradoxically give him a durability upgrade.
Let me explain.
Robert was hunting a boar which had a monstrous size:
Ussuri Boar has a Wall level KE (26,968 J to 31,462 J).
Robert has his own way of hunting boar; he waits for the latter to rush at him at full speed and then throws his spear at the last moment:
But the problem is that at that time, Robert had drunk too much wine (because of a scheme by Cersei and Lancel), and he missed his target:
So Robert was charged by a boar and then disemboweled, and then Robert slew the boar. They took two days to bring Robert back to King's Landing:
It should be noted:
Which means that Robert tanked a Wall level charge without apparent damage.
I also think Robert should have Limited Immortality (Type 2) for surviving a disembowelment for two days and to be able to kill a wild boar in this state
Let me explain.
Robert was hunting a boar which had a monstrous size:
No precise size or weight is given to us about the wild boar, but I find it rather safe to give it at least the weight of an Ussuri Boar, the heaviest boar subspecies in the world."Is there word of the king?" Ned demanded. "Just how long does Robert intend to hunt?"
"Given his preferences, I believe he'd stay in the forest until you and the queen both die of old age," Lord Petyr replied with a faint smile. "Lacking that, I imagine he'll return as soon as he's killed something. They found the white hart, it seems … or rather, what remained of it. Some wolves found it first, and left His Grace scarcely more than a hoof and a horn. Robert was in a fury, until he heard talk of some monstrous boar deeper in the forest. Then nothing would do but he must have it. Prince Joffrey returned this morning, with the Royces, Ser Balon Swann, and some twenty others of the party. The rest are still with the king."
Ussuri Boar has a Wall level KE (26,968 J to 31,462 J).
Robert has his own way of hunting boar; he waits for the latter to rush at him at full speed and then throws his spear at the last moment:
Note: It is not explicitly said that the boars are going at full speed towards Robert but it is rather blatant, because they are targeted by a spear"It shall be as you command, my lord." Ser Barristan seemed old beyond his years. "I have failed my sacred trust."
"Even the truest knight cannot protect a king against himself," Ned said. "Robert loved to hunt boar. I have seen him take a thousand of them." He would stand his ground without flinching, his legs braced, the great spear in his hands, and as often as not he would curse the boar as it charged, and wait until the last possible second, until it was almost on him, before he killed it with a single sure and savage thrust. "No one could know this one would be his death."
"You are kind to say so, Lord Eddard."
But the problem is that at that time, Robert had drunk too much wine (because of a scheme by Cersei and Lancel), and he missed his target:
His men brought him close. Ned steadied himself with a hand on the bedpost. He had only to look down at Robert to know how bad it was. "What …?" he began, his throat clenched.
"A boar." Lord Renly was still in his hunting greens, his cloak spattered with blood.
"A devil," the king husked. "My own fault. Too much wine, damn me to hell. Missed my thrust."
"The king himself said as much. He blamed the wine."
The white-haired knight gave a weary nod. "His Grace was reeling in his saddle by the time we flushed the boar from his lair, yet he commanded us all to stand aside."
"I wonder, Ser Barristan," asked Varys, so quietly, "who gave the king this wine?"
So Robert was charged by a boar and then disemboweled, and then Robert slew the boar. They took two days to bring Robert back to King's Landing:
"And where were the rest of you?" Ned demanded of Lord Renly. "Where was Ser Barristan and the Kingsguard?"
Renly's mouth twitched. "My brother commanded us to stand aside and let him take the boar alone."
Eddard Stark lifted the blanket.
They had done what they could to close him up, but it was nowhere near enough. The boar must have been a fearsome thing. It had ripped the king from groin to nipple with its tusks. The wine-soaked bandages that Grand Maester Pycelle had applied were already black with blood, and the smell off the wound was hideous. Ned's stomach turned. He let the blanket fall.
"Stinks," Robert said. "The stink of death, don't think I can't smell it. Bastard did me good, eh? But I … I paid him back in kind, Ned." The king's smile was as terrible as his wound, his teeth red. "Drove a knife right through his eye. Ask them if I didn't. Ask them."
[...]
Robert nodded and closed his eyes. Ned watched his old friend sag softly into the pillows as the milk of the poppy washed the pain from his face. Sleep took him.
Heavy chains jangled softly as Grand Maester Pycelle came up to Ned. "I will do all in my power, my lord, but the wound has mortified. It took them two days to get him back. By the time I saw him, it was too late. I can lessen His Grace's suffering, but only the gods can heal him now."
"How long?" Ned asked.
"By rights, he should be dead already. I have never seen a man cling to life so fiercely."
"My brother was always strong," Lord Renly said. "Not wise, perhaps, but strong." In the sweltering heat of the bedchamber, his brow was slick with sweat. He might have been Robert's ghost as he stood there, young and dark and handsome. "He slew the boar. His entrails were sliding from his belly, yet somehow he slew the boar." His voice was full of wonder.
"Robert was never a man to leave the battleground so long as a foe remained standing," Ned told him.
It should be noted:
- Robert had no other injuries known and mentioned aside from the ripping of the boar's tusks, so only piercing damage affected him.
- The boar's charge neither rendered him unconscious nor killed him instantly, because he still had the strength to slay the boar
Which means that Robert tanked a Wall level charge without apparent damage.
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