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A pool of muddied crimson spread upon the wet ground where the body lay, lifeless bloody and mangled without a head - Clive slumped to the ground on his knees, his bare chest heaving shivering in the rain as he held his arms close. 

[i]'[color=F1B338]He..He's dead...We...[/color]'[/i] the legs of his pants stained with the blood of the dead man he had fell to his knees before, his breast rising and falling breathing ragged gasps in vain to pace his heart as it beat against his chest - [i]thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...[/i] his russet hair damp from the downpour shrouded his face, which was a mixture of disbelief and relief.

"[color=F1B338]We..We did it![/color]" the farmhand uttered, trying to catch his breath and calm his rapidly beating heart, Clive breathed in and out, in the end he hadn't done nothing but he made Zigmund pay for all he did...

[quote][Colour=Pink]"Clive, Barracker,"[/colour] MacKenzie called to them, the least hurt of everyone.  [Colour=Pink]"Please, help Fenna... and Adam..."[/colour] she looked around and saw that the ruined temple entrance had crumbled into such a way that there was a shelter - an alcove of sorts - big enough for all of them to wait out the rain and wait for the village of Cherrad to come with medicine.  [Colour=Pink]"...that shelter, there."[/colour][/quote]

[quote][Color=Green]“On your feet, soldier,”[/color] he said warmly.  Then looked at Sil wherever she was, and told the falcon.  [Color=Green]“She is going to be fine.”[/color]  Then as they walked a pace manageable for Fenna, Barracker mentioned to his comrade in arms.  [Color=Green]“You caused Zigmund quite a bit of trouble with that spear of yours.”[/color][/quote]

Barracker taking their injured companion up, helping Fenna to her feet made the southerner smile "[color=F1B338]Darn tootin' you both fought well.[/color]" Though he wasn't too badly injured Clive's body was a patchwork of bruises, cuts and with no shirt to shield him from the elements the rain and wind bit him with a cold in his aching joints.

Still the farmer grunted struggling to his feet giving Zigmund's lifeless body one last look before saying "[color=F1B338]I ain't sure who you are but I'd be deader than a doornail without that dang shield of yours.[/color]" Clive gave the pale stranger named Barracker a light clap on the shoulder. 

He didn't say anything to Fenna, though the look he gave her said enough behind his shaggy mess of hair were a set of worried eyes but also the same warm he always had. Clive, put on a brave face to mask his worry for the allies he solemnly vowed to protect and following the fight his mind was filled with doubts.

Once all was said and done, the group took shelter in the old ruins away from the relentless rain that poured from the heaven's like angels tears Clive laid against a cold stone wall he looked almost tired, rubbing his aching shoulder watching everyone go about. Zell, that roguish bastard definitely made a gamble in what he did, so did James who sat a bit aways looking withdrawn meanwhile Adam made sure everyone was looked after then MacKenzie approached him.

[quote][Colour=Pink]"[i]Clive,[/i]"[/colour] she began, her tone replicating the surprise she felt when he'd first appeared on his ethereal steed.  Unsure quite how to word it, she just did her best; [Colour=Pink]"How are you [i]here[/i]?  You were..."[/colour] She shook her head, mystified.  [Colour=Pink]"What happened?"[/colour][/quote]

Grunting the farmer slowly rose to his feet, he looked no worse for wear other than the bruises and cuts covering his body like a patchwork of knicks and scratches all over his chest and upper body, his hair was a mess and he had a tired look in his eyes but still the same old smile on his face.

"[color=F1B338]What kinda gosh darn greetin' is that?[/color]" Clive straightening up twinged slightly feeling a pain in his back he hissed "[color=F1B338]Ooh, that's smarts...[/color]" he leaned back against a wall and looked at his friend dropping his candor he answered MacKenzie best he could with a sigh he explained he awoke somewhere in the hills where a group of robed figures surrounded him they had wanted to take him somewhere, where? He hadn't cared, because something called to him the winds cried and echoed and he fled leaving them. 

"[color=F1B338]Didn't quite understand how or why them strangers gave me life but I swore I'd do all in my power to protect you all, a right good job I did.[/color]" the southerner looked down shaking his head with a sigh.

He was given a second chance, and yet he wasn't strong enough to kill Zigmund let alone protect them from him, he tried to shake these thoughts instead focusing on the positives taking a deep breath "[color=F1B338]No use moping about it...I'm just glad ya'll are alright.[/color]" a warm smile returned to his face, he laughed loud and hard finally relaxing both washed by a wave of fatigue and relief once more that everything was going to be okay.