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Malodore took a deep breath - it didn't need to, strictly speaking, but the act was calming and centering. Fear, was it? Well... It could work with that. The plague doctor gathered itself and focused. Fear...

Malodore closed its eyes. A slow mist began to rise around its feet, seeping under the hem of its coat. The miasma tingled with ill intent - literally. When the plague doctor opened its eyes, it smiled grimly and pointed at their opponent. The miasma gathered itself and floated forward to engulf the target... Where it might, perhaps, induce a vague feeling of illness as the power took effect.

((malodore hp: 13
Damage dealt: 1))

Something snapped. Riley wasn't sure exactly what she'd just heard, but it sounded distant and unimportant. She was unaware of just exactly how much blood she'd lost from a head wound she couldn't even feel anymore. All that mattered was that she could feel it.

It filled her with an enthralling sense of power. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered closed, and all the damage her body had taken was irrelevant. Her mind was in control now.

And her mind had just been given a pretty decent power-up.

There was no fancy show. No special effects that flew out of her. Visibly, there was nothing. Still, Riley's psionic attack crept into the mind of the attacker, and viciously ravaged it.

Physically, her body slumped and fell lifeless - it was useless at a time like this. Her mind was it's own entity, slicing away at the mind of the attacker.

(( HP: 13-10 = 3 D:<
Damage Done: 3 ))

The hunchback was unsure whether his attack had done any good at all as he tore his fear-mutated hand away from the shadowy figure to roll back to what he hoped was safety. He had seen his Mistress collapse out of the corner of his vision, and crawled frantically towards her, first calling out to her mentally, Mistress? Mistress are you harmed! She certainly looked worse off than he did, limp on the ground beneath the tree she had been crouched in. Oh.... oh fear oh Hell, oh.... Panic gripped him as he reached out with a gnarled, clawed hand to gingerly shake her, breathing in quiet panic, "Mithtreth!"

He glanced around frantically, eyes wide with terror that seemed to sap the fear from his arm, his hunch slowly losing it's spines. Malodore was busy attacking the shadowy figure, it's miasma doing something at least- but the Igor had no idea what to do.

Annoyed. Other than worried for Hadiyya, that was most certainly the most prominent emotion running through his system. Shuddering, he felt the wave of FEAR hit him, and the surge of power caused him to become almost giddy, the sensation a rather heady one. "Ah..." Hands shaking as he had all of this power, and was quite uncertain how to use it, he turned his palm upwards...his rapier forging itself from his clawed hands, and he grasped it, tendrils of acidic smoke wafting from the blade. Leveling it towards their opponent, he struck out towards him, the acidic properties brought on by fear causing the weapon to hiss softly as it was thrust through the air.

Alas, the nergal boil was unsteady, and the blow was glancing at best...all but stumbling back, his fingers clenched all the more tightly about the hilt of his weapon, unwilling to let it go now that it had materialized. Panic suddenly arose as he realized that if all of his fellow students were so effected...that Yaya... Turning to her, wide green eyes tried to assess her situation as well. Hopefully, she would be a touch more capable than he.

Damage Dealt: 1
Sharra's HP: 13

Once more the breath was left her lungs in a high pitched hiss as she was lung back for the second time, and she fell to the ground in a writhing, breathless bundle. Candle jack that hurt! She'd taken hits in Christmas Town, most notably a blow to her head that sent her vision streaming, but this was different. This was like so many blades slipping past protective ribs to tear her lungs to useless shreds. By the time the pain passed, the poor djinn was panting, high and frantic. Rolling up on hands and knees, eyes shut tight.

Vaguely she was away of the figures voice, taunting them, ridiculing, egging them onwards. And with those biting insults came a rush of FEAR unlike any the marid had felt before. Like the buzz of magic against her skin, the ghoul could feel that boundless power tingling, just below the surface. Like a battery.

Vibrant eyes were a blaze with blue fire as dark lids parted, eerie shadows cast in Mediterranean hue against cheeks and brow. Slowly, Yaya stood, feet apart and a little unsteady, but upright, her hands held out before her, palms mirroring each other. Calling the water was easy. She had the innate skill by blood, but her her class on magics had made it infinitely easier. Energy channeled, the djinn closed her eyes once again and focused, drawing moisture from the air itself to the palms of her hands. FEAR was riding her though, and at a thought the ghoul split the fluid, marble sized drops dancing at the tip of each slender finger.

She strode forward past the cover of underbrush until nothing stood between herself and her target, glowing eyes trained upon that unyielding figure. As Sharra slipped back to her side, she made her move. Hands pulled close to her chest before flinging out to cast the "bullets" of water at their attacker. Five hit, the impact enough to bring welts to the skin, make a person stagger.

That had felt.. incredible. Absolutely electrifying. She turned to catch her boilfriends eyes, dark features lit with pride at her accomplishment, only to waver where she stood. Dizziness washing over her along with an all consuming feeling of being drained. She'd exerted herself, over done it. As the glow faded from blue eyes the water djinn fell, falling foward onto her knees before letting gravity carry her to the ground. Unless someone caught her first.

HP: 9
Damage done: 5

(rolling)

Good Candlejacking hell this guy was annoying! Attack him seriously? What the Jack was that supposed to mean? But he'd mentioned FEAR, so the lightning dragon figured it was time to up the ante here.

Backing up a step or two, he snarled, fists clenched. Then he flung one hand out toward the figure and let loose a (smallish) lightning bolt. Somehow, though, it felt more powerful than what he could usually do . . .

Unfortunately, he wasn't used to handling that much power, and the bolt completely missed the figure. "DAMMIT!!" he yelled.

(( Damage done: 0. FAILZ AKSAJA. FAILZ
HP: 21-10 = 11 ))

Trying to keep her cool, Alcyone wanted to know who this pair was exactly. It was like they were testing them or something and it seemed like the students were failing at this point. She was feeling absolutely miserable and then all of the students were knocked to their feet. She needed to snap out of it and take this opponent more seriously because they all really were getting beat up. She didn't know what to do at this point since it seemed as if physical attacks really were not helping.

Fear? Though it had been awhile since she had used her fear, it was just something you couldn't forget. What was that strange pendant? She felt the rush of power inside of her but she was still hesitant. Needing to believe in herself, Alcie closed her eyes and searched somewhere inside of her.

Feeling a surge of strength inside of her, Alcie felt a familiar pressure building up in her head. Her fear was almost like a mind game which would hopefully damage their opponent or at least distract them. She could cause others to feel as if they were drowning or at least struggling to breathe similar to the feeling of claustrophobia. Even though she felt herself attempting to do this, she realized that it wasn't affecting their opponent at all and that she had probably done no damage at all. This was it. Her stamina was beginning to give out and she could only hope that the other students were more successful.

((HP: 25-8-10 = 7 pts

Damage done: 5-6 = 0 dmg))

The shockwave did another wonderful job of knocking the easily unbalanced girl off of her backwards feet. Once more she was looking at the sky, and once more she noticed another nasty gash on her person upon getting up; this one was on her back...while she couldn't see it, she could feel it there like one would feel a tear on a tight fitting shirt.

She must have spaced since then; all she knew is that suddenly, she felt stronger. A lot stronger. It was a weird surge of energy that flowed through her that was enough to make her borrowed skin crawl. There was a restlessness, a need to move; she had to try. Her FEAR usually meant aiding her in escaping an attack by moving fast enough to block or get out of the way; this time, with this enemy, moving to escape didn't seem right.

Amrita took a single step; at least she thought it was a single step. All she knew was that she was suddenly much, much closer to their attacker, probably only a foot or two away. It seemed too natural for her to question it too much, but she had enough time to scoop down to pick up a rock, and in a less than fluid motion threw it at their opponent.


(( Amrita's hp: 19 - 10 = 9 HP
Damage: 9 - 6 = 3 ))