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Clive wasn't sure what happened after the fact, but after he heard the cry of a little girl calling for her ma' his legs burnt as he sprinted towards the tree some scary looking Halloween decorations were gathering, seemed they were apt to try to hurt the young girl.

They weren't gonna lay no stinking boney finger on the little lady, before he even thought about what he was doing or the danger he was putting himself in, he swung his shovel at the head of one of the skeletons with a loud crack, shattering it's skull.

He felt the force of something hitting him as one of the bag of bones swung a nasty looking sword haft at him but it oddly didn't kill him, he swung his fist at the thing then followed up with a hay-maker crunching the ribs of his attacker.

It was definitely a sight, seeing a man fighting monsters with his bare fists, a shovel and nothing but the clothes on his back. But he wasn't trying to impress nobody, he was trying to save a mother's child.