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Tossed aside by the violent explosion the farmer flew backwards slamming into the earth from the sheer strength of the blast 'Damn it...We were so close to putting down the headless cock..' Clive struggled to get to his feet, vision severely impaired and his ears ringing from the explosion he was a sitting duck "N...N..NnoOoO.." the texan rasped as he weakly clawed at the soil where he laid.
Blood was beginning to pool around him gushing from the severe gash from his abdomen, severe pain wracked his body and his vision grew dim. 'No...No, I just came back. I can't darn well die now..' through bloodied teeth he grit, a fierce burning in the core of his being welled up filled with a roiling wave of determination..And something else.
Suddenly whispers filled his ears, and a white glow shone skyward above from his chest the wind picking up around the farmer's body causing the blades of grass around him to shift like waves upon the ocean.
'No..I ain't dying again...'
"You ain't killing me...I...REFUSE TO DIE!" the texan roared over the wind surrounded by a heavenly ethereal aura Clive slowly got up, from his hands and knees. Miraculously his bones mended themselves, his wounds closed all his cuts and bruises faded as light magic did it's work on the texan farmer.
Zigmund - now kitted out in a fancy new helmet, his armor all nice and shiny Clive's expression twinged with anger and annoyance 'If there’s a good god in heaven wherever you are right about now we could use a miracle of our own' the farmer gruffly sighed to himself staring up into the dark cloudy sky with a frown upon his usually chipper and smiley face.
"I ain't give a damn who you are, I only care about one thing..." though his wounds were healed his clothes were bloodied, red from his own blood shredded and ripped at the hem of his shirt he took one and and tore off the fabric with ease throwing aside the bloodied remains of his top in a heap.
"And if there's any justice in this world or anything that is holy I swear to all that is holy I will see you as bait for the vultures." as he made his speech the light around him faded though glimmers remained, he spoke to Zigmund and also shook a fist to the heaven's above.
Figures stood behind the form of the metallic warrior, shadowy indistinct forms, Clive blinked holding his breath as he saw the figures of people, some he might have recognized others he didn't. But it was certain that Zigmund was surrounded by death.
"Y...You're a damn monster...You killed them...All of them..." the hair tumbling over his face hid the grim expression he had, a tear trickled down his cheek and he felt himself ball up his fists tight Clive's knuckles cracked and whitened.
"For all the folk you have killed...I will avenge their deaths, it's time to dance with the devil you son of a bitch!" Clive shouted his voice rattled with anger.
Filled with a strange power deep in his core, Clive stood his muscular chest bare to the elements a faint ethereal glow dancing upon his arms. As much as he wanted to rush the bastard, Clive knew better then invite an attack. He didn't have no armor to protect him not like some of his allies.
Something was building inside him however but what he couldn't tell...but he went in on the powered up warrior, keeping a hand up to protect himself while delivering a gut punch that would send his opponent flying.