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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 6:52 am
Freya's mouth gaped as she stared at the bullets flying, disappearing into the horseman heir, and her subsequent ignoring of it completely. Even the Mist Hunter had to stop and stare for a second. When she felt the caress of Aisa's hand on her weapon, she looked up at the axe herself. Aisa was looking at it reverently, and Freya tried to see it through her eyes. Instead, she was thoroughly distracted by the sudden impalement of the Mist Hunter that her friends had been whittling down, and she gulped a very hard swallow, her wide eyes now focused intently on the blood dripping off her scythe. Aisa's words made Freya blush in embarrassment, and her lip jutted out in a thick pout. "She doesn't talks teh me." She admitted quietly, jealous that Aisa already seemed to have a closer relationship with her own weapon, made up from her own damn fear, than she did. Weapons were fickle, fickle things. The moment of awe had ended for the Mist Hunter, and he set off another round of shots into Freya, whose reaction was remarkably less cool than Aisa's. She cringed at the pain, bending forward and snarling at the hunter. He had her attention again, as she put her axe head in front of her, using it as a shield. She was done playing the long range game. Next time he aimed at her, she was going to ram him, headfirst. HP: 35/50 Damage: im quitting rp forever after this, stg Fear: 0
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Beejoux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:00 am
Nergui stepped free of the portal and into what had already become a warzone. It was loud, and all around her came the clash of weapons. Cries of anguish and the sounds of death and dying were as music to the priestess' ears as she moved, slowly at first, and without aim, through the raging battle going on around her. It was familiar, it was beautiful, it was Death. From her right came the flash of a blade on the end of a chain, narrowly missing the darkened apple of the horsewoman's cheek before clattering harmlessly against the ground. It served to snap the priestess from her own thoughts, and she jerked her head around to stare at the young, frightened looking training that had just tried to attack her. She was a petite thing, slim and delicate, with long brown hair the curled over her shoulders and down her back, and right this moment it appeared she was regretting her choice in attacking. Before the girl had a chance to withdraw her weapon the mare had stepped forward, trapping the chain for a brief moment so the girl was left to tug at it uselessly before remembering she could simply de-summon and recall it once again to her hands. "Silly child," chortled the priestess, turning to face the girl as she retreated a step, then seemed to gather her courage and straighten up resolutely. Nergui's own blade gleamed to life in her own hand, and she grinned rather viciously as she sprinted forward to meet the trainee. "Now you die." There would be no mercy from death, but death itself.  HP: 40 Target: Mist trainee Distortion: 0 Damage: 0 Nergui Small, almost frail looking Death priestess with inky black skin and spider silk, gray hair. She is Insanity infected, and has one silver eye, and one glowing gold eye. She is almost always wearing a veil over the right side of her face. Target Petite, young looking Mist trainee with long, curling brown hair. Her weapon is a short, double sided blade on a length of chain.
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:18 am
A small squeak of fear came from the trainee as Nergui rushed forward, but all the same she stood her ground, swinging her weapon around on it's long blade to whip it at the approaching target almost frantically. Of course at a certain proximity, aim was really secondary. In all her flailing the girl hand managed to hit the priestess, slicing at her arm as she sprinted forward, her own blade raised and ready, but that small cut would not be enough to stop the mare. She continued forward, the sting from the cut only fueling her own faster. The black blade of the scimitar flashed in the air as the priestess swung it forward, but as of yet the mare wasn't aiming to kill. She mimicked the small slice the trainee had inflicted, slicing through the arm of the girl's coat and into the skin beneath, blood blossoming up and staining the paleness of the jacket that marked the human for what she was. HP: 37 Target: Mist trainee Target HP: 38 Distortion: 0 Damage: 2 Nergui Small, almost frail looking Death priestess with inky black skin and spider silk, gray hair. She is Insanity infected, and has one silver eye, and one glowing gold eye. She is almost always wearing a veil over the right side of her face. Target Petite, young looking Mist trainee with long, curling brown hair. Her weapon is a short, double sided blade on a length of chain.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:40 am
There was a lot going on in this fight. Included a sort of argument going on between Lizzy and Aymet. Shun glanced towards the two, feeling a sort of rage building up within him. He could care less about the normal humans. If the horsemen wanted to destroy those, he couldn't really say he agreed with that. However... "Hunters deserve no mercy," he said coldly while passing by the spider demon, "Not after what they've done to her."He would never forgive them. And if he had the chance to slay some of them? He wasn't about to pass that up. Turning around, he hurled one of his dagger at the back of one of the nearby enemies before recalling it back to his hand. Shun: 21
Target: Nergui's Mist Trainee
Target HP: 33
Damage: 5
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:13 am
Lizzy was upset at what they did to Mitsu too. It broke her heart to think about the sort of things that they might had done to the poor ghoul, but was hurting and killing the hunters really the answer? Was revenge the only path to take? But revenge would eventually lead to more revenge... Until there's nothing left.
"Shun..." She frowned, and decided not to say anything else; it had all been said before. She knew his take on things, and he knew hers... For now, she just hung around nearby, in case he needed any help.
She wasn't about to take part in this bloodbath they call a battle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:18 am
He had been about to launch himself at the next human, but a hand seized the back of his shirt collar and Ren found himself stumbling backwards abruptly, talons still swinging.
"What the hell - Tybalt?"
The black dog was the last person Ren would have thought to see here, and the scowl on his face deepened, Ren wrenching himself free from Tybalt's grasp.
"It's none of your business, mutt," he said lightly, forcing the scowl to turn into a smirking sort of smile that was supposed to be reassuring and probably failed miserably. "I know what I'm doing."
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:21 am
Shun didn't say anything further. She knew his views. And he didn't expect her to join in on the bloodshed. As with Xiu, it didn't suit her. However, he had felt the need to say something, since he felt like she had almost spoke as if they had no reason to be doing this. He wasn't doing this because he enjoyed it. Gathering fear or not, he didn't take any particular pleasure in ending these lives aside from having the knowledge that there were less of these bastards left alive. Shifting to the side, he lashed out at his previous target, only to find his dagger caught in the chain of the hunter's weapon. With a grunt, he took a blow to his torso, causing him to stagger back a bit. Shun: 19
Target: Nergui's Mist Trainee
Target HP: 33
Damage: 0
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:26 am
One of the protectors was facing off another of the clouded hunters with a few students. Beaming, Tseng turned and took aim.
"CALL SHOT TO THE FACE!"
And then he shot him right in the face.
Tseng: 20
Target: MIST HUNTER MALE WITH DOUBLE PISTOLS
Target HP:62/80
Damage: 5+2 = 7
Distortion: 1
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:26 am
Mei was relieved to see that Xiu and Sophie had yet to join in the attack, however, Xiu didn't appear to be doing to well. Nodding at Sophie, she gave Xiu a quick look over to see if she was hurt anywhere. Nothing.. "I'm fine, a little annoyed at this whole ordeal, but fine..You don't look so well.." That much was obvious. Looking to Sophie, her shoulder sunk again, as her gaze returned to the battle field. "We shouldn't even be here. We have no right to be here." The bloody horsemen.. would they stop at nothing? The doll blinked at her request, glancing at Sophie and back at the Baku as she spoke. "Yeah, I can, but.." AJ's arrival didn't go unnoticed, nor did the hunter blood that coated him. Eying the blood, she stiffened, wondering how many hunters had fallen to this surprise attack. "Er, sorry. I'm Mei, 3rd year student." She really needed to get out and meet some of the new students. There were so many here now.
Startled again, this time by Xiu suddenly calling after the undead ghoul, Mei reached after the two, only grasping at air. "Wait! Dammit.." Sorry Frost.. that didn't go quite as planned.. Looking to AJ, she only watched as he chased after the others, rejoining the fray.
No, she wouldn't be coming. They were in the wrong here. This was the human world! None of them would have been caught up in this, or hurt by the hunters here, if they hadn't followed Medea to this place. If the hunters had come after them, then maybe she would have stepped in. Not this time. This was wrong.
Blasted Horsemen..!
-Not Attacking-
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:49 am
"None of my business?" The black dog repeated the words and clamped his jaws together so tightly that his teeth ground loudly. "Just what the hell do you think this will mean afterwards? What this will mean for ALL of us?" The gryphon may have freed himself from Tybalt's grip, but even with that bit of freedom, the black dog blocked his path from re-joining the fray. "Everything has consequences, Ren! You do re-call that when the hunters target threats they target every single of one of their kind with it, right? And you just made us--ALL of us an even larger threat! None of my business..? This has everything to do with us, because you and everyone else here made it that way! What the hell were you guys even thinking?"
There was a series of curses and low growls as he struggled to keep his temper from raising any more than it already was.
"Even if it didn't affect us in any way at all, what you lot are doing is wrong! Worse, its cruel! What the hell have the horsemen said to convince you otherwise? You're better than this Ren! Think for yourself and quit listening to those jacking horsemen!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:59 am
Herryk had yet to strike. There was something tragically empowering about walking through the midst of battle, something that once again seemed so familiar to the boil. An almost-there, barely formed memory that clawed valiantly to become real, to become free. Clamoring around in his skull like a caged beast, it only served to make Herryk feel more and more frustrated.
The need to break, to bend, to crush - it grew stronger, tempered only by the metallic tang of blood that hung heavy in the air, the wet sound of bodies slipping to the ground, the cries and grunts and moans and sobs of pain and hurt and something sweeter - death. Fallen hunters, casualties growing. He caught sight of Mort, of Freya, of Shun. Why did they fight? Did this serve some greater purpose for them? Was there meaning in this?
There had been once, for Herryk. She had been his purpose - and he'd lost sight of things. He'd been distracted. He'd been consumed. Did he feel remorse for what he'd done to them, to others? No. There was no room left inside of him for regret.
Herryk paused where he stood and glance down at a fallen hunter. Something glimmered at the human's neck. He tilted his head and crouched, brushing aside the collar of their bloodstained jacket. Some odd sort of necklace. He glanced around and came to the abrupt realization that all of the hunters seemed to wear such a thing - fallen hunters, living hunters - they all wore a pendant like the one that rested on his fingertips.
With a harsh jerk, Herryk ripped the pendant from the hunter's neck. It was tucked safely away in the small pouch he wore clasped to his belt. The draugr straightened and inhaled deeply - not out of need, but to draw in the sweet iron-heavy bite of blood and death that grew more and more pungent the longer the battle raged.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:01 am
"Shun!" Lizzy's eyes widened when the reaper injured himself further; right now, those hunters were only defending themselves. Fighting because they were attacked, and were forced to retaliate... It was ironic how this situation usually applied to them, not the hunters. The tables had turned, but it didn't bring her any satisfaction or happiness to see the hunters falling one after the other. All she could do was watch, and pray that Shun wouldn't get himself damaged too much; she wouldn't know what to tell Mitsu otherwise.
She backed away again, knowing that she was in the way, but her gaze remained on Shun. It didn't take her long to realize that she wasn't the only one unwilling to participate, however, and she decided to approach them; she recognized Sophie from the Christmas incident, and Mei she had seen around the school. Although she didn't know either of them very well, she just wanted to be around what she hoped were like-minded people.
"Hey," The greeting was a little odd, given the grim situation, but there wasn't really anything else to say. She followed their gaze, her eyes widening when she realized that Xiu was attacking a hunter, surprise evident on her face.
[I hope it's okay that I jump in. ;; ]
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:07 am
"Don't worry about me," Shun hissed sharply between his teeth as he heard Lizzy call out for him. He was wearing down though. Pretty soon, he was going to need to take a step back and try to recover.
Grimacing, he moved in, stabbing into the trainee's side, only to receive another sharp blow. He was bleeding now. And over all, he was slowing down in general. Cursing under his breath, he took a few steps back and away from the hunter to give himself a little bit of breathing room.
He was unaware that Herryk had been eyeing him among a few others.
Shun: 16
Target: Nergui's Mist Trainee
Target HP: 29
Damage: 4
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Lilwolfpard rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 9:38 am
He stood, stared, and watched as people he called friends refused to fight. Friends he used to think as strong, as capable, as smart. Friends whom he thought would have his back in this. Now he was just seeing how clueless they really are. Why the hell had Medea invited them to this if all they were to be is warm bodies capable as targets? He allowed his disappointment, his fear, and his pain to show on his face. "Tybalt, after today we need to have a.... talk." Remi would make his friend see reason. He would talk his ear until it fell off if he had to. If not? The kitsune would at least drill his own point into him until the black dog saw why HE was doing this. It hurt him to think his friend even thought he fought without reason. With one last glance around at him, he dashed away intent on attacking another, feeling his claws dig in lightly into another trainee. "Hello Shun." He smiled briefly before the hunters weapon bit into him again. Remi: 34/40 Target: Nergui's Mist Trainee Damage: 2 (using Distortion charge) Targets HP: 27Fear: Y2 BC, Y1 BC Charge: 0 FEAR: 10
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 10:25 am
"I wouldn't try reasoning with him..." Night stepped in and injected his fear into the mist, watching it tear into her. He turned his lime green eyes, currently flecking with bits of Yellow as distortation hit. When she countered at him, he jumped back and closer to the fox.
"Tybalt is more set in his ways then any of the other of us. Even if he's siding more with the humans." Night sent a pitying look over to the black dog. Then he went to play with Remi's tails because short attention span was short.
"Dude, when we make it out of here....I want to cuddle in your tails okay?"
Night: 38/50
Damage: 6 +2 = 8
HP: 19/40
Target: Nergui's Mist Trainee
Fear Gathered: +20
Fear: Y3 GC, Y2 The Mind, Y1 GC
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