Clint didn't care. Clint grabs his fathers blood encrusted sword, stands, and then begins walking towards his assailant.

"Oh, but don't you worry, you can join them in the eternal void." The raving figure gleefully pronounces.

Clint charges and a loose bolt embeds itself into the shield where his head would be.

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Clint is within ten feet of the deranged man and the madman chucks the crossbow at Clint and draws a wicked curved scimitar to meet the young man.

Clint was never one of the fastest, smartest, or wisest. So, when the man who had a learned technique and fast dexterity was able to slash at Clint's exposed areas on his legs and outer arms not protected by the shield, Clint was able to surprise the figure with a few tricks of his own. Lessons learned from his father during one of his "lectures" for goofing off.