Cliver looked up just in time to see Drek deliver the final blow and basically behead the beast. He gave a shout of joy and, despite the pain, stood triumphantly. "Yes! Get roasted!" Breathing heavily, he picked up his ax and used it as a walking stick to help himself move forward. Then he saw the roots start to drag the creature beneath the earth and started hobbling faster. By the time he reached the spot, all that was left was the head. He turned and looked at Clover, his heart wavering over whether or not to reprimand her. Finally, he decided on simply a question. "Are you sure you want that thing in the soil?"