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Marcus was not in luck. It looked like he'd texted one of life division's pale, four-eyed code monkeys. Lucky arrived blinking owlishly in the sunlight and clutching his weapon for moral support, a wicked several-foot saw that looked a good deal more threatening than the hunter himself.

"You vant to spar?" he asked uncertainly, as if there was still a faint hope Marcus might find him too pathetic to bother with.

Lucky hesitated, gradually bringing Song up to a manageable height. Unlike Lucky, the wendigo was practically purring at the idea of a spar.

What are you waiting for, darling? Attack!

Startled, he darted forward and swung the toothy end of the blade at Marcus, connecting with more than rune-engraved metal.

hp: 40
damage: 4
charge: 1/3

The answer was barely.

The Moon hunter's blade stabbed disconcertingly through bones and organs alike, and while it hurt nearly as badly as being shot through the chest in Deathsweeper, there was a lot less blood and guts this time around, without a golem. In fact, it was as if it had bypassed his innards entirely - and upon removal the faint shimmer of the FEAR shield indicated its life-saving presence.

Lucky made a small, surprised noise as he was thrown back by the move and had just enough sense to slice downward with Song as he fell.

It was not very effective...

hp: 33
damage: 1
charge: 2/3

"No... is not something I get used to," he admitted. It wasn't so much the lack of them as it was his effectiveness in avoiding them and dangerous missions both for a good long while until recently, where somewhere between being turned to stone and branded with a traitorous mark, he had lost his precious anonymity. Now everyone was texting him to come outside so they could beat him to death with their weapons. His strength was not in strength, and he'd never proclaimed it to be.

He was moving a little more upon Marcus's advice, though it was probably pitiful in comparison to most of what the full hunter had come up against. The speed afforded him the ability to make several carefully timed slashes at Marcus from the safety of Song's colossal length.

hp: 27
damage: 6
charge: 3/3

As he drew away from his last attack, Song seemed... different. This time when he went to swing the blade, she did something completely unexpected. The runes on the blade flared to life, from blue to blinding white, and created a whirlwind of icy cold that wrapped around the blade.

Lucky had pretty much stopped to stare, since he had no idea she could do that in the first place.

hp: 21
damage: Success! -4 instead of -6 for 2 rounds for Lucky (The Eye)
charge: 3/3 0/3

"Noted," the life hunter wheezed.

For all the cold swirly magic going on down Song's blade, it did little to actually aid his accuracy or heal the damage he'd already sustained. He stumbled, and just barely managed to make contact with Marcus's shield.

This wasn't going to go on for too much longer.

hp: 9
damage: 1 (-4 instead of -6)
charge: 0/3

Marcus had the right idea about him.

After a few seconds of waiting for the next hit to come anyway, Lucky finally held up both hands in a universal gesture of 'don't hit me, bro.' The weapon in his hand flashed blue and resolved itself into a small, nonthreatening keychain with a lucky rabbit's foot dangling from the end, the claws just slightly too long. He looked a little out of it.

"If no emergency, I will avoid to compromise health, dziękuję." He tried to save face, readjusting his hunter coat and throwing the hood back over his head. Ah, Life division.