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Rage.

-INVI-

It had very little to do with Invictus anymore. Everyone was focused on the puppets; for the most part, Invictus was safe. But still she screamed for him without a voice, eyes burning with amber light while the rest of her body was grey, lashing out wildly with no sense of pain anymore, anyone who was close enough for her to touch. Perhaps she was calling to him, coaxing him to join her in the madness she couldn't control. Maybe she was calling for help, begging him to help her soothe the torture which kept her from attaining the calm he knew.

Shifting her focus to Al, the horsewoman grabbed for the front of his coat, dragging him close. Eris' eyes, nothing but a sea of amber light, roamed over his face, taking him in as if she were processing something, although her wild expression suggested she was doing nothing of the sort. Nothing past remembering something, recognizing him as opposed to just mindlessly trying to kill. This was right. She'd seen him attack Invictus.

-YOU WILL DIE.-

Snatching for another hunter with her free hand, she grabbed the first person she could find. Just another body, another victim, so she could inflict the most hurt. They would all die. Otto just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Beating her wings hard, the Protector of War lifted them off the ground... 10 feet... 20 feet... until the searing pain in her wing would let her go no higher, and she dropped them, letting them plummet to towards the ground.

"Wait, no, <********>" Cass swore as the Horsemen moved past them and broke through Mark - and then as Sam moved to make quick work of his weapon to keep him from returning. However, her question had Cass looking over Sam's shoulder to see what was on the computer screen to see if she could make sense of it.

"I have no idea. Maybe Deryk can do something." she suggested.

Sherry was aware of others coming to help Jake. She was grateful and worried and terrified. What if they couldn't help him? What if?

Hands far more sure than her own came into her vision, and Sherry did little more than watch as they pulled the spike out. She glanced at the other hunter, a blonde from Life who she vaguely recognized.

"We have to get him help," she said. She pressed down hard on the wounds, aware that blood was still seeping. "What, what can we do?"

HP: 50/50
Target: Not leaving Jake. :/

Looking around, Melvin saw Mark get attacked and then attacked again. There went their portal guy and if they didn't get out, they would NEVER get out. They needed to head back, and Jake needed medical attention NOW!

Reaching out with bloody hands, he took Sherry's hands and brought them down on Jake's open side. "Keep the pressure there. I'm going to help get that portal up!" He ordered her, and raced off to help Sam.

Moving over, he took deep breathes and looked at her. "What do you need?"

"<********>" That word came out of her mouth too often, and this totally wasn't the context she liked it in. She moved to try and grab Otto as he was lifted up, but instead really had to wish she'd played baseball more as a kid, running in the direction he'd been tossed to make a grand attempt to catch him.

Which only half worked as she wound her arms around his torso as he came down....and then went down herself, hitting the sound with a 'whump', head ringing from the impact and her ribs screaming at her to get the dead weight off of them.

"Otto...Otto you're sitting on me..."

It had all happened so fast.

Wash had closed his eyes, staggered by the wind and sand, and then the terrible calm came, with the figures looming on the sand. Horsemen. They were trapped. Sally hung limply on his arm. This wasn't right, not here, not now. He wasn't ready, and he stood there, shell-shocked, as others fought. As others died.

He'd promised he'd be safe. He promised...

It wasn't over yet, however. Mark was building a portal - then Mark was down - and then some of the fallen hunters rose again, a yellow light in their eyes and insects swarming from the sands, and it was like Julie all over again. It took him back-

Eating away at Otto, the screaming swallowed by the half-light in their dank cells-

He didn't think - he didn't see a fallen comrade before him, didn't recognize the tattered coat and remains of the red scarf that was the sun hunter's halmark - he just swung, Sally slicing across like a blunt-edged blade at the chaotic monstrosity that was taking it's ire out on Candace. Distantly, he heard the sound of someone screaming, a sort of strangled, half-human roar of fear and pain.

Jordan. His name had been Jordan. It seemed important to remember.




HP: 50/50
Target: JORDAN :CC
Damage done: 8
Charge: 1/3
Items: Runic Bandage (x1)

Candace was down. Jordan was changed. And if there was nobody left, they'd all change. He'd read a lot of tactics lately. He'd been a King. And he hadn't attacked. Harrison stepped back.

The landscape was different. There were pillars. Mark was dead.

There were two steadying arms that caught Rep, before he could swing another time.

"There's a signal," Harrison said, past the cold and furious void that normally didn't have room for words. Past the fear, that B0nez absorbed like a mild appetizer.

"That's making them like this. We saw it before. Mark said it was a signal. We need to destroy it, or we need a portal to get him and us out of range."

When he was sure Rep was still, he took his wrist. He looked at Jordan. We'll be back for you. We'll fix it. "Rep. Okay," he told Rep, not giving him room for an argument.

Harrison navigated them through the chaos. B0nez's charge was spent, so he desummoned the swords, in his hand was a flashdrive. His expression was steely. He didn't look at Mark's body. His eyes may have been bluer than normal. He kept a hand firmly on Rep's shoulder.

Harrison held up B0nez's flashdrive, and presented Rep to the knot of hunters around the laptop. "They know computer s**t too," he growled. "Anything they can do?"

A girl. He was laying on top of a girl.

A GIRL had caught and saved him.

Negative 10 manly points.

"...oh.." Otto's eyes opened, wincing as the bright light offended his sight. His sunglasses... were missing. Likely fallen in the impact. He groaned, getting himself off of Cass and muttering an apology and a thank you.