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Rolling for Defense just in case. -

"So KNOCK her the ******** out or ******** SIT ON HER, do not attack good people who DON'T have something wrong with them! SOLVE the problem don't make more and don't kill people because you can't figure that OUT on your own!"

He was grinning now; the body of the fallen hunter was at his feet and Mengyao stepped delicately over him, careful not to let his cloak touch the human as he passed. He swept across the field of those around and debated on whether he should attack Medea again or leave Bastion to do his bidding; it had taken a bit of working, but it seemed as though he was finally doing what was necessary for their survival.

Good for you, Mengyao thought idly and eyed the humans that surrounded him.

They disgusted him.

Someone grabbed him around the neck, and Mengyao made a strangled sort of sound in the back of his throat. But it was merely the Blue King, acting as his normal self, and Mengyao reached up, carefully but firmly removing Harrison's arm from around him.

"Do you not referring to me by that ridiculous moniker - "

No sooner had he done this, however, than he felt something slam into him; he staggered sideways, only just barely keeping a handle on his blade. Mengyao straightened, his eyes flashing, and he smoothed a hand down the front of his armor, glowering. The desire to run his sword straight through the human's torso was incredibly strong, but he was under the impression that if he did so, he would risk angering the Blue King, and at the moment he had little desire to do so.

"Kindly control your pet, Blue," he said, waving the sword as he turned, moving towards a different human. "Else I shall take him out for you."

He flicked his sword; the blade directed at the torso of the human he was aiming for, but Mengyao's eyes were drawn sideways, to the cry of his name; he arched a brow, clearly amused by the man's reaction.

"So loud - Jason, was it? Why do you point at your king with such disdain?"

[Entering]

Charon was dead, the victors had moved on. To the guardian of the tower and tha unknown, or to here, to Medea. Nergui was among the later. She was a shadow at the edge of the battlefield. Ashen and blackened, cracked and glowing in gold spider-webbed lines across cheek and chest, down her arms. A monster, mind alive with the familiar cacophony of voices that sang to her. Promising her every hearts desire. She just had to come home.

But there were matters to attend, and there were loved ones to think about.

On such soul easily caught her attention in the fray. Dark, dark as her, she watched on with brows raised in surprise as he her charged for their priestess, attacked her. "Bastion..."

Silently she moved through the crowd, weaving her way between students, and hunters, and horsemen alike. All noticed in passing, faces picked from the masses, but she passed them all to get to her cousin.

Black hands wrapped around his torso from behind, fingers tipped in wicked claws, but so gentle against Bastion's sides. She molded herself against his back, breathed warmth against his back, and her chest vibrated with the melody of a long beloved lullaby. Their song. If Nergui were the sort to believe in soulmates, then Bastion would her her's. One core, two bodies.

"Have you lost your way?" There was no anger, only a perplexed sorrow as she held him against her. "I will help you find it again. I will show you the way."

Dakota grinned at Wilson's face, knowing just full well he had an effect on the commander. Luckily he didn't get much more time to tease as Poke joined them, curling her large Dragon self around them.

And he kind of sparkled a bit.

"A DRAGON RIDE." He whooped, throwing his legs over the torso of Poke's after giving her a pat on the head. He wrapped his arms around Wilsons waist while still managing a firm grasp on the weapon.

It was about to get ******** real in here.

Rolling for pachua

All at once, things had gone from one crazy hunter, to several less crazy but still louder hunters. Maebe was reminded of that key moment in a cheesy cowboy film, where too many people were pointing guns at one another and couldn't decide who to point at.

So she decided to stop pointing, and winced while sticking a finger in her ear when Jasper started to yell. He could do the verbal knock backs for her, she wasn't much for yelling, herself.

"You know what gets me," She murmured sarcastically. "That literally not one single horseman has joined this ******** in the time it took for us all to shoot at each other. So that's pretty cool."

She leaned over and patted Jasper's arm gently, hoping not to freak him out and accidentally have him attacking her. Who knew what was going to happen, with nerves the way they were?

“You can wipe that smug look on your face unless you want me to demote you to cadet,” he hissed through a gritted smile. With his current mood, he wasn’t particularly happy with Dakota grabbing his waist, but since they were both riding Pokerus it couldn’t be helped. But it was strangely nice like this. If only the rest of his crew would show up and preferably pry Dakota off his waist as he fired another round.

That whole business settled and over, Lex turned his sights back on Medea, cocking back Regal's now glowing hammer with a snarl. They were synced, pent up FEAR building up behind his head as a roar from Regal, and he fired without aiming.

The bust of light missed completely, much to Lex's chagrin. s**t, he was so tired...

OOC

Name of character: Lex
Faction: Hunter
HP: 5/50
BOSS HP REMAINING: 61
DAMAGE DONE TO MEDEA: --

Using T3 Battle Cry