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Date Posted: 19:54:34 07/06/04 Tue
Author: Clive
Subject: .Chase.
In reply to: Briar 's message, "� b o y s d o n ' t c r y" on 13:25:49 07/06/04 Tue

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The run was long and hard. With every stride his mount took, Clive felt his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He did not bother to fix them, as he found himself busied by constantly checking over his shoulder to ensure that Briar was safe. The boy seemed able to keep up well enough, and his riding skills were at least par to keep him in the saddle of the weary horse.

Quickly, the Drifter glances towards the dust clouds that were their pursuers. With a sinking feeling, he realizes that they were considerably closer than they had been before. Obviously, their mounts were well-rested and fed, as opposed to the scrawny, fatigued animals that carried them across the road like wind-born spirits.

When he hears the fall, his blood seems to freeze. At once and without rational thought, Clive reins in his gelding to make it slow to a skiddering halt. The green-haired Drifter is out of his saddle in a flicker of a moment and hovering over the heaving side of Briar's fallen steed. Clive looks down with dismay and mounting anticipation. The animal's leg was clearly broken -- moving it aside would be next to impossible to free the trapped youth.

Indeed, he does try. Regardless of the voice screaming at him to escape, Clive latches his gloved hands onto the horn of the saddle and pulls. The poor creature whinnies feebly, unable to shift its weight even slightly from pressuring Briar into the ground. After a brief moment of straining, Clive releases the saddle and stands back.

This was impossible. He had waited too long, and now he would not be able to escape in time. With a sad glance at his own, shuddering mouunt, half-standing nearby, Clive makes an impromptu decision. One that clawed at his stomach like a desperate predator trying to break free.

"Do not move," he whispers fiercely to the crushed boy. "Pretend you are dead, Briar."

Slightly dizzy from the run, Clive half-stumbles to the center of the road. The oncoming sound of pounding hooves and the sight of his former comrades aiming their weapons at his heart does not invoke any sense, however. Not in his mind, not at the moment. The sole Drifter unlatches his cross-gun from its sheath, hoisting it and balancing with one hand.

He aims for the first figure that emerged from the dust -- Gallows, the Baskar shaman. Although the shot was true enough, as the string unloaded the bolt from its cradle, it was thrown off by a slight drop in his arm. The arrow catches the big man firmly on his bulky forearm.

It was enough to cause the enemy Drifter to drop his weapon. Unfortunately, it was also enough to cause his comrades to fire their own.

The first of the two arrows whistles, parting dustcloud and blanket of air to impale Clive's chest just inches to the right of his heart. The second embeds itself deeply into the Drifter's lungs. Under the impact, Clive is forced back a step. But with his concentration failed his strength. He sank slowly to his knees, unable to comprehend the pain that paralyzed his every sense.

The three Drifters slowed their fresh horses and dismounted in turn. Although grim-faced, none seemed sorry for inflicting such an ordeal on their ex-friend.

Clive watched as he bled, struggling to breathe. They walked stiffly towards him, cold triumph on their faces.

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((OOC: I had to cut it short. Well, they'll probably still shoot Briar...although I'd imagine Briar already had a few broken bones. Having a 600-700 pound animal on top of you isn't comfortable, trust me. Anyway...sigh. Clive's not dead yet...I just wanted to make this longer. ^____^))

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� b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 09:45:18 07/07/04 Wed
- .Last. -- Clive, 17:22:01 07/07/04 Wed
  - � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 19:25:57 07/07/04 Wed
    - Stupid tags... -- Briar, 19:28:03 07/07/04 Wed
      - .End. -- Clive, 22:36:47 07/07/04 Wed
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 14:13:17 07/08/04 Thu
        � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 19:17:08 07/08/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 22:01:59 07/08/04 Thu
        � b o y s nbsp; d o n ' t nbsp; c r y -- Briar, 05:37:10 07/09/04 Fri
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 19:30:21 07/11/04 Sun
        � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 16:29:06 07/17/04 Sat
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 20:02:25 07/21/04 Wed
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:37:01 07/24/04 Sat
        � boys don't cry -- Briar, 18:25:21 08/15/04 Sun
        <shinigami> -- Lily / company, 19:36:19 08/15/04 Sun
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:50:04 10/05/04 Tue
        Break You Now -- Briar, 18:45:13 10/06/04 Wed
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 13:09:47 10/07/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 18:25:00 10/14/04 Thu
        Just Bend the Pieces Till They Fit -- Briar, 19:11:41 10/14/04 Thu
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 18:45:05 11/06/04 Sat