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[ MOB NAME] Blighted Undying
MOB HP: 20 HP
Mob Autodamage: -3 damage
Mob Special Ability: N/A
Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get:
1: ROLL 1d10 for loot after you roll this one. This is the card number you get. (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png <-- REPLACE THE "1" in the .PNG with the number of the card to get the CORRECT image). Add to journal and use here
2: N/A
3. Bottled Water on the minis site. Redeem it here!
4. N/A

Titus had been dragging his human around for quite some time. Quite literally dragging. There was no way he could pick him up and after he lost track of him once already he thought it best to keep the meat bag with him. The only problem was when something showed up the sleeping human was a burden. It was like the shadows knew he was weighed down and they popped up at random intervals just to ruin his day.

"Beh," He groaned when a particularly large creature stood in his path. Titus was not a fighter, had never been a fighter, and he really hated to get his hands dirty. Looking do at the human he took hold of the fishing rod that had been strapped to his side like some sort of sword. Why a fishing rod?

Regardless Titus wielded his new weapon and struck at the creature in front of him trying to drive it back. "Out of the way, tundro!"

Damage: 7
Boss HP: 13

Ryan had appeared along with Kat, and while she shot at the beast ( and possibly Titus ), he leaped in collided with the monster, knocking it down to the ground and using his clawed gauntlets to tear and render its limbs useless. Once the offending limbs were out of the way, he finished the job by stomping hard on each head; crushing the skulls.

"One of the Halloween folk?" He asked aloud, weapons remaining summoned and ready, should the demon try and attack either him or Kat.

Ryan got a nod as he arrived, taking out the creature with a final blow, where as Titus received a small grin as she cocked her head to the side. "I'll have you know, I have excellent eye sight. But alas, my aim was a little off. Shame that." Of course, whether she meant the undying or him, was left to the imagination.

Weapons unsummoned, Kat gave Titus a wave of her hand, as if bored, and a little disappointed that the undying went down so fast. "Nothing, really. Just a statement."

His eyes narrowed in on the ghoul his wings flaring a bit in anger, dispersing into mist before reforming into the screaming faces that seemed to appear and vanish at random. He muttered something in French, a string of words that likely were far from kind.

"Ce sont des conneries."

He was growing a little more cautious now of the male hunter, focusing in on the weapon that had so easily dispatched the creature they had been fighting. "What? This meat bag?" He looked back at the human he had been dragging around with him. "Well, he's certainly not a pet I will tell you that much. Heavy as ********. Should have left him where I found him." But his probation had been threatened to be extended and so here he was.

"En anglais, si vous plait." Like Kat, Ryan wasn't that knowledgeable in French and therefore he hadn't really understood what it was that Titus had said. The most he could manage was the bare minimum, really. Some useful sentences and that was about it. Perhaps if he hadn't been recruited during his high school years, he would have learned more. Oh well.

As for the human the demon was currently dragging along, Ryan gave a somewhat concerned look and obviously not at all pleased that the demon had referred to him as a 'meat bag.' It was to be expected though, after all, some hunters called them much worse. "May I?" He asked, stepping forward so that he could observe the man and check his injuries. Just by looking he could already see that he at least had some pretty bad skin abrasions, more than likely from being dragged.

Did those students not know that humans were too fragile for that kind of treatment?

At the assumed joke, Kat walked up to Titus, meeting his gaze, while pressing her index finger to his chest. A wry grin playing on her lips. "Do that, and I promise I'll shoot off one of those lovely horns your sporting." Dark humor for dark humor? Kat did love this kind of game.

Dropping her hand back to her side, her gaze shifted to Ryan and the silver haired man he was bent over. "Alive he may be, but he looks to be in s**t condition. Ever heard of carrying the poor man? You're not too weak are you?" She asked, raising a brow.