Top of the hill. Clifford had been pushed all the way back up, and when he'd made it there, he discovered what had been making all those roaring sounds.

A chimera.

Of all things.

Clifford's good eye widened as he turned his head, still moving, watching the chimera stamped the ground, glaring at a young woman further down the knotted hill [@bcc], and an armored one who was looking to stand up to it [@Densoro]. The lion growled, and the snake hissed. It was ready to pounce at any moment. He and it were close, but its attention was still averted towards the women.

Clifford, half panicking, made a move. He lunged away and grabbed a loose, sizable branch from off the ground, kicked up by the chimera. He quickly regained his stance and started swinging the branch at the fiery being still following him, who wasn't so much threatened by the measly thing as it was [i]annoyed[/i]. It waved a few of its four hands, smacking the branch away with surprising force, and igniting it in the process.

The moment the branch was aflame, Clifford turned and ran a bit towards the chimera. Steps away he arced his shoulder and, best as he could, tossed the branch at the lion's head. And he [i]immediately[/i] took off running back down the hill in the direction he'd started, as the chimera whipped its two heads around to focus on the being of fire, roaring again.

Clifford [i]prayed[/i] the two would focus on each other while he, and the women ahead of him, made a run for it.

The original group was still by the place they'd all woken up. Clifford wasted no time bounding towards, and then straight [i]past[/i] them, in the direction of literally anything else that was as far away from all this madness as possible.

Christ, he needed a breather.