[center][color=6ecff6][h2]Crispin Clean[/h2][/color]
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That was a disappointment. Although he’d never let it show He though Ferris would have stuck around to enjoy herself a bit. With a sigh, Clean kept hold of the axe and instead tossed the body of the dead soldier onto the flame, letting the pyre cremate the corpse. Smiling as Ferris vanished into the night, Clean fell in with the rest of the troops. He would have followed Ferris, but he knew he would be holding her back. Bright white clothes and a distaste for dirt? Never has there been a person less suited to a scouting position. 

The sound of dirt and snow cracking under heel, he followed. Leading was unnatural. It is fine to stand out, but having pressure of those behind you and so many of them, responsibility such as that would be crushing. Good soldier. Marching in line following the well-trodden path of others. Safe. Easy. Comfortable. 

"G-g-g-g-ghosts!”

A shriek pierced the air. Spectre of Death coming for them? What a bad omen. Picking up the pace, Clean saw the ‘ghost’. Miscoloured hair and clothes and grabbing at the mask of the resident medic. Bad omen indeed. Then they vanished into the blizzard. Off the beaten path he will go.
 
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Snow crushed as he ran off in hot pursuit of the stolen medic. Enemy axe in hand thoughts ran through his head, how should her extricate the medic from the mysterious woman’s grasp? How violent would he need to get? The woman was eccentric and after having just encountered an enemy, Clean could only think she was hostile. Better err on the side of violence then, just to be safe. Flashes of colours and blurred forms were ahead and Althea’s voice called out loudly over the frigid wind. Arriving behind the mismatched girl holding the medic hostage he called out in a polite voice.

[color=6ecff6]“Pardon me miss, but I must [i]axe[/i] you a question regarding our medic you have there.”[/color] Bad pun aside, Clean swung the blunt edge of the axe like a club into the side of the ‘ghost’ aiming to knock the wind out of her sails more than anything else, carefully avoiding the ribs to avoid any bones splintering into lungs. On the plus side, they have a medic right there.

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