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Looking over herself, she felt a surge of energy course through her while a light burst from tent. What the hell was going on in there? Dumbstruck, the doll stopped and stared, unsure of what to make of it all. Whatever it was--it was enough to make the rest of the hunters make a full retreat! "Did we..did we..win?" No way! Nothing is never this easy!

If the sudden retreat wasn't enough to have the doll on edge, the grey beginning to consume the field definitely was! It didn't help when the dark haired reaper boil yelled for everyone to make a run for the tent. Like that would do any good! Biting at her lower lip, she glanced about the field for Bul. He was easy to spot, thankfully.

Without hesitation, she raced to his side and caught him in a tight embrace, but careful as to not hurt his injuries further. "Are you alright? Your wounds.."

HP: 33

Smiling at his touch, she hugged him tighter before releasing him. Keeping his hands in hers, she was relieved to see that they all made it through this thing alive.

"Don't be silly!" Frowning at his words, she shook her head. "You put yourself in danger in order to help the others! Your no idiot..!" And there was no telling her otherwise! Bringing her hand to her face, she pressed her finger lightly to the gash on her cheek left by Dr.H's attack. To be honest..she nearly forgot about it.. "Nothing serious. Just a scratch really." She counted herself lucky, what with witnessing the soul harvester execution.

Sympathy pains kicked in as he discussed his previous injuries with her. No doubt, sitting wouldn't be fun for the boil.. "Ow.." Bea! That was the ghost ghoul's name! "That poor ghoul..even for humans, that was low.." Disgusting parasites--that's what hunters were! Easing up again, she managed a smile again, and nodded. "Me too..This trip--I don't even know.."

She had heard before that they had gone through this already--was that what the soul harvester meant about rehearsing? Was she referring to Bul's and the others previous battle here? "I don't know..but..I don't like it one bit. Somehow, I don't see them giving up so easily. The last group of hunters! They didn't even fight back! What's up with that?"

HP: 33

"We...we won?"

Cady watched, bewildered, as their opponents quit the field.

"WE WON!"

Well, it was a shallow victory. Bul might miss his new friend - oh. She raised an eyebrow. It looked like he'd found a ladyfriend. Well, she supposed, this was probably a lot healthier. The ghoul looked distinctly lacking in the painful whips department.

She waited before entering the tent, looking for Bea and anyone else she recognized.

There had been giant horses, flashes of light and...and then it was done.

Well. It seemed to be done. Draven had seen enough in his time at the school to know nothing was truly over until he was back in his dorm room, though a lull in whatever it was that was going on was welcome. He took a moment to survey the scene. Some students were entering the tent, and others were hanging back outside. He didn't see anyone from his original group. He hoped they were ok. And...what was that grey over at the house? He didn't remember that being there before. Aside from the grey, however, it seemed the students were alone.

"I wonder what happens now?" he asked aloud.

Herryk wasn't sure what the flash of light was, wasn't sure what the clock meant, wasn't sure about anything aside from the fact that he could get into the tent.

He could get into the tent.

Without wasting another second, the draugr left the battlefield, hoping that he would find Freya therein.

((Exiting to tent))

HP: 13/30

Roch, as casually as he could, just followed the horseman, glancing around and taking in all the battle damage that the other students had accrued. He looked like s**t, and his hair stood even taller than it had BEFORE going into the tent, but he was ignoring that fact.

There were no hunters to be seen. "Jack," he said quietly. "I never did get to hit that candlejackin' hunter in the throat again..." But he wasn't nearly as irritated about that fact as he should have been. Cuz he'd seen the jackin' AWESOMEST THING EVER.

Man he wished he had his phone so he coulda took a picture of Invi's hellpony form.

"They always come back." Invictus told the reaper with a sort of knowing.. a knowing he was quite intimate with after months and years of exchanging blows of that pattern with them. Their numbers must have been growing if they'd brought new blood onto the field, however. The number of weapons they had to their name..... there was at least one for each of their new recruits. There was nothing that said otherwise.

How many of the denizens of Halloween had they taken? How large would their numbers grow?

Where had they gone and what were they doing? Had they run into Aisa and Cymbeline on the other field now? Were the ghouls destroying them now instead of allowing him his victory? In the back of his head, there was a certain ounce of jealousy in the thought. Then again, perhaps it was a worthy challenge to let the other ghouls get a chance to play with them.


Though he would likely be extremely envious if he found out later that they had gotten to battle something mightier than that.

And then they were gone..

Red eyes widened as the hunters retreated in full, and a rush of relief nearly sent the boil to his knees. There was nothing left to stop them from reaching the tent now, and despite the growing fatigue and blackened blood seep down from his sides he rushed forward with the rest of them, pushing himself through the crowed so he could get there all the quicker. He had to get in there, Junko needed him. The danger might have been gone, but she was still in there, scared and alone. He knew it, knew it.

He half expected something to impend them at the tent itself, so wall or barrier, but nothing slowed the students as they pressed forward, and Seiji didn't stop.

((Exiting to tent))