As Zx slipped off the wolf’s body, Clay’s transformation reverted. Without the thick layer of fur the rough muscular bartenders injuries were far more prominent. 
Naked bloodied and bruised, he lay scattered and dazed on the floor. Everything ached and the world continued to spin as he tried to get up.

His first attempt was an instant fail, his damaged leg sending an excruciating pain through his body as soon as it bore any weight. He toppled back to the floor near unconscious. 

He looked to Evelyn and Xz beside him, they seemed badly injured but alive and safe. Next his gaze went from the newcomer laying near the air craft wreck to the smoke rising from the tavern. Ignoring the newcomer Clay’s worries instead went to the tavern.
‘Oh shit! C’mon K12, fight that fire.’ He prayed to himself. 

The mouthful of acid that the wolf had picked up continued to try and dissolve Clay. While only a small amount it remained persistent and corrosive. It was slow acting and consumed all his healing ability, but still, in his current state, it seemed to be ever so slowly progressing, and preventing any of his other injuries from recovering.

Still, putting all pain aside, Clay dragged himself up with a loud groan, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his damaged body, he scooped up both of the females under each arm. Then with slow staggered steps he carried them as he made his way towards the tavern. He wanted to say something reassuring but he couldn’t speak through the pain and injuries. So he just carried on hopefully towards help and safety.