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Faustus took a moment to size up the situation. There were far more Hunters here at the moment than students, though more students were quickly filing in through the portal. And of the gathered trio, he appeared to be in the best shape, leaking wounds, burning decaying vines and all. He took his place in front of Amarus, his winged shadow flickering over her, and stared for a moment, with a firm determination before breaking her and Olivia a soft smile. He would defend them with all he had. Even if he dissipated, he would come back fighting.

"Olivia, think you can defend yourself??" he asked. "I'll cover Amarus for now."

He now knew what Amarus meant about War, and being at peace in a fight. He too wanted to fight, for his friends if nothing else. And despite having been more of a klutz in this battle than anything else, one thing he knew he could succeed in was protecting his friends with all he had. With that he cracked his knuckles and settled in.
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(( OOC:
Character Name: Faustus
HP: 15/30
Target:
Damage:
Effect: N/A

[Entering]

Luidaeg looked around, completely confused at finding himself back at the island where he'd first entered the Horsemens' realm. Even more confusing were the large number of people that seemed to be encircling the students. Most were not very intimidating in-and-of themselves, but they had weapons. Seriously, who bothered with actual weapons?
However, from the way they were acting and the way many students seemed surprisingly nervous about them, as if they knew something he didn't, convinced Shaki that there was more going on here than met the eye.

Not one to sit by idle, Shaki attacked the first enemy to cross his path; in this case, a blond woman with a huge sword. He connected solidly, but it barely seemed to phase her. He stumbled as her return slice opened a long but shallow cut on his arm.

(( OOC:
Character Name: Luidaeg
HP: 25/30
Target: Clarice
Damage: 6
Effect: 5 auto-damage (Clarice)
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

Danny lost track of him for ONE second, and he was off chasing her nightmare man. Danny screamed out a "RIKKI NO," and in the same moment, thrust her had forward in a diagonal motion.

From her finger tips came tiny fireballs that streaked like darts, landing on the mysterious blonde figure that had shot her so long ago. Where the jack had that come from? Danny had never even thought of an attack like that. Maybe she was just so scared that her body acted on its own.

Either way, she liked it and she was keeping it. Jack yeah.

Suddenly a hunter with a flamethrower came out and set her on fire. These weren't normal flames. Danny had felt these once before. When fighting Red. There had never been flames like it since then. So cold that it seered her flesh. Danny cried out, but there was nothing she could do. Jackdammit this HURT.

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It was so familiar that for a moment Wylfenne thought they had been hit hard and fell unconscious. Was it a dream? Medea, and white space around... they had seen it before. They were dragged from the battle and carefully put into the calmness and peacefulness, it all looked like a cradle, homey sweet home.

Despite their doubts before, the Fae was happy to believe Medea now. Especially, this line about coming help: they definitely needed it. When their vision faded away, Wylfenne felt empowered and full of energy. They wouldn't hold back. Once again, the fae rushed to attack the blonde hunter with the handguns, and this time they were able to hit him.

(( OOC:
Character Name: Wylfenne
HP: 25/30 HP (-5 Simon's auto damage)
Target: Simon
Damage: 2
Attacks used: 2/2
Effect: HP restored; -5 ATK modifier;
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0

HORSEMAN POINT OBTAINED - NPC HIT))

West barreled into the area, his face contorted with a mix of pain, rage and confusion. As he slowed to a stop, he heard a chime, and with it came a rush of relief as his wounds suddenly felt a lot less irritating. He looked around, trying to identify...

Holy s**t. That was... that was him. The Hunter from his vision. The one who'd golf clapped and laughed and turned him into a ******** club.

He was going to golf clap that human's a** into the dirt. The boil strode forward, the skirmishes that were going on around him meaningless as he gathered his FEAR and flung it at the bloody Hunter. The backlash from his attack threw West into the air, depositing him on the ground within sight of what would have been a strangely familiar statue, if he had turned around to see it.

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(( OOC:
Character Name: West
HP: 50-7-26= 17/50
Target: H
Damage: 17
Effect: Y2 Gambler's Chance.
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: idk ))

Biskoto moved to block the daggers from Thanatos, and hissed at the pain where the hunter struck; it was almost enough to make the reaper frown. However, his eyes and tone did not betray his emotions as he sighed, running his fingers along Biskoto's scales, feeling something wet and sticky on her from all the fighting she had to do in his place.

"Pity... I do dislike taking sides in a conflict," He replied, not making a move.

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((OOC:
Character Name: Thanatos
HP: 26/30
Target: Clerise
Damage: 0
Effect:
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

Olivia was shocked to see Medea standing there, walking towards them... talking to all of them. At first she was worried that something was going to happen to them, in a bad way. But it was the opposite.

Despite all her wounds and the burns, she felt her energy revived and back to full. She looked at Amarus and Faustus, to see if they too had experienced this, her eyes catching a few of the other students confirming her suspicions.

There was help on the way. Did that mean more horsemen? Was this a positive revelation though, she had seen what happened during the Death class... but the Death Priestess' words seemed genuine and hopeful. "She wants us to keep fighting..." she stated in a low tone. Perhaps, hopefully it the results wouldn't be as horrible as the vision.

Olivia balled her hands into fists even though she was still shaking, turning her attention to Faustus. "Y-yes, I think I can. As .. long as we avoid the ones with fire... though, I don't have much to attack with..." she replied with a soft tone, putting her game face on, again.. not intimidating.

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(( OOC: not attacking

Character Name: Olivia
HP:  30/30
Target:  --
Damage:  --
Effect:
Number of People Currently Attacking Me:  0/3 ))

Face your demons

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Appearance

Olivia is a small thin white skinned undead ghoul with short curly dark blue hair and bright blue eyes. She's dressed in a frilly black dress. here you go

Deryk had been trying to get away, but unfortunately for him, the black dog was incredibly persistent.

"AAAAH! NOO! LIKE IRELAND ALL OVER AGAIN!!" he cried out as he felt the canine's jaws sink into him. That had been all it took for him to hit the ground after that, bleeding. He felt his consciousness began to fleet, but thankfully for him, he soon felt some hands grab him to drag him away.

He wasn't really sure what happened from there, but his wounds were being tended to in a hurry.

Attacking the girl had been a bad. Bad. Bad idea indeed.