Drawing from within Clint strikes viciously with a strength the vile man was unprepared for knocking his sword arm away. What he also wasn't prepared for was the shield check to the face and subsequent tripping attack sending the man prone.

The delirious man swipes wildly attempting to cut Clint's shins before being pounced on by Clint, body slamming his shield into the prone man's torso, knocking the wind out him. Clint in a dominant position grappling the now bloodied faced monster begins raining blow after blow after blow upon this creature's visage.

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Clint continues to strike until the threat stops moving. What's left is a mangled mess and shredded hands from the cuts of teeth to the back of Clint's bruised and swelled mitts.

Battered Clint stands a little woozy, unsteady, the adrenaline wearing off and walks back to his parents still there posed peacefully, almost…

The sword and the shield he wielded clatters to the ground and Clint with them once more falling to his knees exhausted. Clint's vision gets blurry and he passes out. The smoke, the blood loss, everything, was too much for him.