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[center][b]TZI TI'AMTUM[/b][/center]

Holding the entire stretcher and poor Wagnill steady while Leon was moving around the glaive was harder than he'd thought it would be, but Tzi quickly adapted. He took a single step back down on the hill, making sure not to let his feet slip as the whole stretcher wobbled minutely to adjust to the glaive's forward thrust. The moment his fellow did the entire earth shebang, Wagnill would've slipped off if there wasn't anything tilting in the other direction. Or in this case, stepping down so the stab seemed more of a horizontal thrust than a diagonal motion. It was pretty awkward, and Tzi was already feeling the exertion of more weight being placed on him, but hey, at least Wagnill was still stable.

He didn't climb this mountain with a stretcher to let the guy die on him.

No way man. He didn't want to be haunted by the guy's ghost.

"We can't do much either!" replied the tall young man over the howling wind. "S'now way we can fight back properly if we got Wagnill or move freely when one wrong step on this hill's all the way to bonetown!"

For him and Leon, trying not to get hit by wolves while hoping everyone else could lend a hand was really the only thing they could do.