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This was horrible. Riley was getting attacked, so that brought the focus on her, so that was the perfect time to escape. Sadly, Christof was unable to move, missing a leg, and holding down Barth who was just as useless. Sighing, Calder reached down and heaved his friend up, but stopped when he was pushed by the force from the reaper's attack.

"This place is dangerous. We have to go!" He huffed, pulling on Christof to roll him off Barth's body. When that didn't work, he knelt down, and pushed on his shoulder until the boil rolled off. When at last, he breathed out, panting. He was so tired. Now he had to look for a leg AND dodge enemy attacks.

"Barth, help me find his leg. We can't leave without it." He wanted to just go!

HP: 23

Christof groaned unintelligibly, weakly trying to push himself up as he was aware he was no longer standing, nor on the soft pillow he had temporarily found. The sudden burst from the cloaked creature made the hunchback's already weakened form shudder, and he lurched down again as more stitches popped free, this time his head rolling across the sand to bump against Riley's ankle. A weak, wobbling and barely graspable projected thought clawed at the edges of her mind- Protected... Got... amulet... Mistress...

Without the head to keep it in place, the prize from his fight slipped from the unstitched neck stump onto the sand.

Christof HP: 2

This time, she happened to notice that she wasn't the only one getting hit. In particular, she noticed that Malodore was getting hurt, and goosebumps rose on her skin in horror. She swiftly turned to glare at the reaper again, her eyes pleading.

Listen, if you want to fight me, you fight ME. Leave them alone already!

Her high pitched angered voice turned vicious when she felt the bump of Christof's head - HIS HEAD?! - against her foot. She swiveled her head back up to the reaper, her eyes going wild with desperation.

STOP THIS. RIGHT. NOW. She screeched, as she came at him once more.

HP: 21
Damage: 3
Christof: I AM SO SORRY

( Looks Like Demi's didn't stay far enough away from the strike range, the silly pup. HP: 24 )

Damien should hit her, should knock a bit of sense in her, but he was warned that she was more than meets the eye. Far be it from him not to listen to words of wisdom. For now. " If you say so bub." he said casually to Jericho, dismissing the citrus scented girls actions as a freak occurrence.

Looks like there were more footsteps approaching, maybe it was the rest of this group that was mentioned earlier. Looks like they have seen better days, but at least they were still undead. The one who was purple seemed kind of twitchy. Wonder what happened to her? There seemed to have been more people bringing up the rear, with one that was in very bad shape. Or was that his shape to begin with, he did have a rather large hump afterall.

He turned back around to check on the lady in the bathing suits condition, to find that she was already under attack, but how, she was perfectly fine just a second ago? were the reapers that good on sneaking up on their prey?Damien tried to weave past the battle without getting into the crossfire between weapons to get to those at the bottom. Guess the sneaky reaper didn't want to pass up on such a large crowd as it decided to strike all those within its range. a searing pain was exploding from his lower back, but he could endure it, he couldn't afford not to. " Gah oh Jack you!" was all he could say as he maneuvered away, in case it got any more bright ideas.

There was a demon who didn't seem like he was in much pain, maybe a bit sleepy but not in pain. And the male.....female?.... thing with a white mane, seemed to be in fair shape as well. But the one lying haphazard on the floor, that was a different case entirely. "Are you all alright?" he asked, not so much to the few who were able to stand, but mainly to the one who could not. Those reapers were simply lucky that the able bodied could not get close enough to help, 6 against 2 weren't very good odds for them.

The hunchback groaned, or at least he tried, but it was difficult when you were a disembodied head. His eyes rolled back in his head before closing, and any flickers of desperate thought went quiet, asleep, perhaps?

The parts back by the demon dog, Kelpie and Sloth went limp as well... not to mention falling apart at the seams in a few more places. This close to death it seemed he didn't have nearly enough Fear in his system to keep himself together. Perhaps it wouldn't be a problem much longer...

Christof HP: 1

Riley had just promised Christof that she wouldn't give up. She knew, in the back of her mind, that he was about to die. She knew that she was partially the cause of this, and above all, she knew that she had to fight to make up for it. She couldn't let this reaper, whose words of wisdom were cutting her deeper than any wound, get away. She watched the fog envelop him, and dropped her hands down to the floor simply to give herself the push she needed to hurl her body at him as quickly as she could.

She couldn't let him just get away. Not now. Not after all of this. She ran into the fog, her legs burning as she pushed herself hard to run faster than normal.

But it was too late.

She could hear the voice in the air, even as the fog began to clear and left her with nothing. NOTHING. Her hands curled up into fists, and she dropped down to her knees on the spot where the reaper had once stood. She could still see the faint impression of his footsteps in the dirt. The wind picked up slightly, brushing leaves across the footsteps, and wiping them away. Not even that could remain.

She couldn't even have that.

I wasn't supposed to care. She growled, more to herself than anything. Her hands dug down into the dirt where the footsteps had begun to fade, and she buried her claws deep into the soil. They came up black. Her breathing quickened, and she started panting as a growing anger filled the pit of her stomach. She had hurt her friends in the battle - and she had been affected by this. She had cared about them. She had gone against everything her race stood for, in one easy moment.

I WASN'T SUPPOSED to CARE. She screamed, her head lifting up as if she could scream it into the air. Her fist slammed into the soil, leaving an imprint that no wind would carry away.

Riley lurched upward when she felt Christof's faint and weakened thought graze against her own. She spun around, staring wide eyed at the head in shock. He was talking to her - it wasn't too late. She quickly ran to scoop his head and his pendant up, carrying it gingerly in her arms as she started barking orders.

YOU. GET HIS BODY. AND YOU. She pointed fingers at those nearby. PICK UP THE REST OF HIM. We're all headed back to camp RIGHT NOW. Everyone was hurt, but it was priority that they worked as a team to get Christof back to camp before he lost hold of the tenuous thread he was barely grasping onto.

Malodore, I hope you brought some supplies. He's going to need your help most of all. It was the only person in the group she hadn't barked her orders at, but her eyes refused to look directly at it. Guilt weighed them down too heavily to look up. In fact, as she turned away to walk off to camp with Christof's head, she couldn't look down into his eyes, either. She curled it up in a startling show of affection, trying to soothe him with comforting thoughts.

You'll be fine. Mistress has you now.

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((I didn't specify who she's pointing to, so whoever feels like grabbing his body and his parts please feel free. <3))

((HP: 12))

Gritting his teeth as he felt another wave of pain, Jericho glared at the reaper before glancing towards Christof again. The Igor really didn't look too well. He couldn't even hold himself together at this point! Making his way towards him, he paused and looked back at the fight. This guy knew how to push Riley's buttons..

And then he was gone.

Staring at the spot the reaper had been standing moments ago, Jericho soon just let out a frustrated roar along with Riley's scream.

"JACK DAMN THESE REAPERS!" he boomed. The dragon was getting tired of the way they were toying with them all. It seemed that every time one of those cloaked figures showed up, they were just being mocked and played with. It made him feel weak and that idea just pissed him off even more.

Huffing out in anger, he looked up as Riley started to bark out some orders. Nodding, he went and grabbed the Igor's torso to carry back to the camp. He was tired from the fights, but not enough that he couldn't help out here.