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There was a brief startling moment as a train rocketed past, and their surroundings had changed considerably. The students had gone from a paradise to an urban wasteland, and Taryn made a bit of a face. Her attention then turned to the clansmen and their conversation, making note of their order to 'watch their actions'. What would the clans have wanted?

The ghoul looked down at herself then, noticing that her clothes were gone and had been replaced by a uniform similar to the clan warriors, as well as carrying a pair of daggers. This was... unusual, and more like an enchanted dream at every moment.

In a moment, the Hunters had appeared, flanked by humans who had no weapons at all. They were soft, fleshy, afraid... all except for the Hunters, of course.

Taryn lunged into the battle with a cry, slicing at the Hunters' arms and throats before lunging back against the wall to avoid the swing of a heavy maul.

[ ATTACKING ]

[[Attacking]]

She moved from the scene of the unarmed human being killed, instead moving and nearly finding herself tripping over another human who laid out on the ground, making a sort of wet choking noise. There was so much blood, and Shehk found it fascinating - delicious. It smelled so good.

At first, she almost seemed like she was being gentle with the human, bending down over them and smoothing a hand over their hair almost gently, before she suddenly pulled their head back and suddenly exposed their neck for her. Her teeth sought out the bloodfilled veins of their throat, biting down hard, squeezing with her jaws. It took several seconds, but the weakened human soon stopped breathing from the pressure applied to their windpipe.

When she released with her teeth, more blood laced her lips and she found herself licking both her lips and the throat of the human she'd just put down.

((Attack 2))

It wasn't too long before Shun managed to spot another human who had strayed from the group. Quietly, he glanced from side to side, trying to see if there were any of the hunters close enough to provide backup. This didn't seem to be the case. If anything, all the humans were too busy trying to not die.. and failing pretty horribly at it in the process.

It did make him wonder what the hell was going on here once more. He had never seen so many hunters in one place before, even at the Haunted House. At the same time, he had never seen the hunters be slaughtered like this. They deserved it though.

Moving in on the lone human, he managed to get behind him. Narrowing his eye, he grabbed him, covering his mouth with one hand before roughly running the blade across his throat. The human had tried to scream for help, but the sound was muffled out, and before too long, this one too had expired. The reaper pushed the body away before glancing down at the blade in his hand. In the low light, he could see a red gleam within it, thanks to all the blood that it was now covered in.

There were still many hunters left.

Dev took a visible step away from the source of the sound and wind. One eye cracked open to see the train whir by her, dragging along a horrible smell and filthy taste of metal. Disgusted with the feelings overtaking her senses, she closed her mouth to at least prevent herself from tasting more of the metallic twang. The setting had changed completely, morphing into one something dark and filled with noises noises noises that together grated her ears. The ensuing conversation flew over her head, but she attempted to pay attention anyways. Perhaps if she filed it away into her mind for later reference it would prove to be useful. The mention of ‘hunters’ caught her attention. Who were hunters?

“Huh?” When she looked down there was a bladed weapon in her hand, never mind the uniform. As time dragged on, Dev became increasingly aware of what kind of situation she had found herself in. Clan members whizzed by her while she slowly walked backwards, preferring to remove herself from the battle in order to observe it instead. She observed the humans with glowing weapons before moving her attention toward the clan members and noticed how they went for the weaponless humans first. It made sense. They were the weaker ones, meant to be disposed of first. She kept a curious eye on one of the humans, noticing the fear in his eyes as he found himself cornered before he disappeared behind the blurred figure of a Clans member. He was gone.

((Attack 3))

Moving back towards the main battle, Shun saw several of the shadows descend onto one of the hunters. The one with his weapon out was putting up quite a fight, doing much better than the ones without. Perhaps the weaponless ones really were unarmed, which had him wondering why the hell the hunters would bring in people who weren't equipped.

He supposed that didn't matter right now. They would all die nonetheless. Once he saw an opening, he moved on in to attack, noticing that a few of the clansmen had actually died by this one's hand. He would not be an easy opponent to say in the very least.

The reaper lashed out, narrowly missing before he took a sharp blow through his left shoulder. Grimacing, he shifted off to the side, before aiming a slash towards their midsection. He grazed the hunter a few times before taking in another heavy blow. Grunting, he retreated back into the shadows. Fighting that one head on wasn't going to get him anywhere. Judging how many humans were left at this point, it didn't seem like the battle would last for much longer anyway.

This place was different, more like home and yet far less desirable than the open hills and marble expanses of the world before. Aymet listened curiously to the half-conversation that was clearly center stage this time. 'Hunters' seemed pretty key this time, unlike the rather more confusing 'mortal' group they'd first fought against (and lost to). And once again, they were dressed for the occasion, this time in darkness.

But when the action began, Aymet moved with it. The humans that had died to his blades out in the open had emboldened him. When the other horsemen descended on one of the weapon-wielding hunters like a swarm of insects, Aymet was with them. Blades, claws, it almost didn't matter which he was digging into the dying hunter. All that mattered was the FEAR, he wanted more, tneedd more, it wasn't enough --

The hunter locked eyes with Aymet briefly, disdainfully perhaps, before returning to the fray. The dracolich, in his frenzying, had gotten a little too bold, maybe. It took more than a single Hallowener to take down a hunter, he had learned already. Even these trained soldiers couldn't manage it.

Aymet knew better than to try that again.