Aubrey saw the Cobra defanged and he was blown away in a gust off his feet, as if, and quite literally being rammed by the antlers of a majestic stag and flurry of blows. Bojovnik bowed at the waist and sat down. And it was over... Clint wasn't moving...

As a Cleric she was initiated to hard-fought battles and could tell through her own experience of the delicate balance between life and death. Her training, heart, and faith willed her to spring into action past the nature of surprise to preserve life. Her body was already moving with Wilson right behind her.

"Hey there now, don't go gentle into the night, the moon still shines bright," Aubrey calls out to Clint, willing, with her words of faith. Those words held power, resonating it causing the amulet around her neck to glow a silvery blue. Clint begins coughing and spitting up blood.

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"Wisen old men may still fear the shadow of darkness, fear not, for The Lady will rage against the dying of the light. Grave men will see her blinding light. Do not go gently and rage against the dying of the light." The glow of the amulet expands as Aubrey lowers her hands touching Clint's head and chest. She can feel the inside of his ribs resetting back to place. Clint relaxes gradually as the majority of his internal wounds heal.It seems as if he, Clint, would be out of the woods.

'Usually, they wake up by now' Aubrey thinks to herself. 'He must have been tired and pushed himself past his limits.' All the while this was going on Bojovnik and Wilson were making light of the situation. Aubrey chuckles that Clint could definitely be stubborn. She could hear the dropping of a stack of papers behind her.