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A chaotic [i]thump-a-thump[/i] of a horse galloping across the plains could be faintly heard amidst the sound of combat, causing gravel to shift as the source of the thunderous beat of the beasts hooves against the ground grew louder and louder until the unmistakable bray and whinny of a horse echoed off in the distance.

Clive the Legend, was alive and pressed against the ghostly visage of his steed pale and ethereal her mane whipping like the wind through his ears [i]bum-bump-bum-bump[/i] his heart beat in rhythm with Daisy's.

The Texan clicked his tongue, and tugged at the reigns slowing  her down a little as he felt Zigmund's presence closer than ever before...When he opened his eyes they were glowing with a similar ethereal light as the spirit of his beloved mare.

"[color=F1B338]Yah![/color]" the southern man looking determined more than ever before whipped at the reigns of his horse with a crisp [i]crack[/i].

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A fierce high pitched whinny caught the attention of everyone as suddenly and seemingly from out of nowhere a lone rider appeared mounted upon a steed that glowed with a divine ethereal light.

"[color=F1B338]Life is getting up one more time than you’ve been knocked down. An' I came back to be sure you never did.[/color]" the rider said, his voice familiar with a southern twang.

The hooves of his steed pounded against the ground like a war drums, a rhythmic cacophony of thunder or heavy rain as he whipped at the horses reigns. Clive leaped off Daisy, his muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash a devastating blow on Zigmund unaware of the kinetic force behind his attack.