Bastard crashes out the front door of house, with Cliff Mason still grabbed onto his head. Rilly sprints after them.

NGAAAAAAGH!!!!!

—Rilly—
Mr. Cliff!!

Bracing his feet firmly against the Bastard's chest, Cliff aims his his SMG-3 and unloads the whole clip through the Bastard's fucking head.

  Cliff Mason
Don't-- you-- dare--!!

GOD--

FUCK!!!

The Bastard recoils and begins spinning wildly through the air. Cliff tries to hold on...

GET OFF ME!!!

  Cliff Mason
Gnh!!

GET OFF
GET OFF!!!

...but he's losing his grip. The Bastard's flown high above the town in his manic thrashing. Cliff's legs are dangling against the wind.

  Cliff Mason
NnnnggggGGHHHH!

Cliff's fingers finally give out and he is thrown wide. He watches the Bastard shrink into the distance as he falls down, down, down.

  Cliff Mason
NO!!


He looks back. It's a long way down. The ground is coming closer.

  Cliff Mason
Shit-- shit--!!


FLOOMPH. Cliff lands safely in Allen's strong and capable arms.

Cliff!!!

  Cliff Mason
Allen??

You musn't act so recklessly!

You are mortal,
and material


I don't know what I would do if you were hurt!!

  Cliff Mason
I... just wanted to protect you.

Oh, Cliff.
Burden yourself not with such folly!



Allen looks somberly out over Fairwell.

This is my responsibility.