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Eris rode into the trap fueled by the rage and the innate need to kill Caelius. When the trap went up, and suddenly the FEAR disappeared from the air, the fire which swelled from her hand suddenly disappeared as well, quenched entirely until only smoke rose from her own charred flesh. Her mount lasted a little longer -- the sorrel mustang screamed as it began to dissolve into red smoke, charging onwards until it had nearly completely vanished, only the faint, mist-like form left. Only then did it rear, War's heir gripping the wisp-like strands of its mane, before it was gone entirely, and she dropped gracefully to the ground and into a crouch, her palm pressing to the earth for support. She was up in an instant, however, already stalking through the crowd with only the determined hatred burning in her eyes quickening her step, looking like she was completely avoiding everyone, students and hunters alike.

Searching the crowd for Invictus, she deviated from her path only to approach him, not stopping. "This is insulting," she hissed, still obviously searching for the master-hunter, "He is taunting us. Taunting us, because he probably doesn't even care about us at all!" Catching the sight of Cymbeline across the span of the clearing, Eris deviated once more to approach her as well, ignoring the hunters she was laying waste to.

"Forget these toys Cymi, did you see where the Master-hunter disappeared to?"

Just moments ago, Thackery had been frantically hurrying behind the other students, hoping to find Ash somewhere in the crowd. And then he was in a place where the boil he sought was definitely nowhere to be seen. The only thing he could see for certain, in fact, was that Riley had (unfortunately) been very right about that trap.

He felt a very large lump forming in his throat. The Cerberus tried very hard to listen to Riley's pleads, but had unwittingly go too far in his dazed search. Now something - everything - was very wrong. He was sure that Ash couldn't protect him this time.

His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't remember to breathe. Oh Jack. Were these the hunters from the warnings? His gaze darted from classmate to classmate, who seemed to have some kind of vengeful need to attack the strangers.

"What is this!? Who are they? Help!" he cried, taking steps backward. Merciful Hades, he'd never regretted missing a trip more than he did now.

It was utter chaos. Why were they attacking students? Were the caped boils and ghouls even students? Lark had no idea what was going on, and she took a long moment to just... drink everything in.

Ben, on the other hand, immediately bee-lined for the ghoul with the monster rack. With a happy sound, the kangaroo familiar launched himself at the ghoul, burying his face in her bosom. It wasn't his fault. Ben liked the ghouls. Even the bad ghouls.

Especially the bad ghouls.

(( Total HP value: 30/30
Total damage done: 2
Your target: Otto
CURRENT STATUS: Attacking!))

One second he was flying, the next he was spinning and speeding toward the ground, his wings dissipating under the influence of a surprising lack of FEAR. Below him a mess of cloaked figures were getting smacked around by his classmates. He even saw Lizzy land a pretty good punch on some anonymous hooded thing.

"GO LI--" he managed to shout, the rest of his cheer lost in someone's squishy, squishy body. At least the thing had cushioned his landing.

"Uh, thanks? a*****e?" Was it dead?

(( Total HP value: 40/40
Total damage done: 9
Your target: Deryk
CURRENT STATUS: attacking ))

After pushing himself back to his feet, Jericho saw that the area had shifted rather suddenly. The trap had been sprung. The ones before him in the cloaks were now shooting things at his fellow students... Nets to be exact. Tiamat's s**t, some of them were getting caught too. Seeing how the Hunter lead them here, it was probably safe to say that the rest in the cloaks were Hunters as well.

And so he could see first hand how they were able to get into their lands. For them all to be donning the red cloaks like that?

It pissed him off.

As angry as he was right now, he noticed that his FEAR had been reduced. Off to the side, he saw Lizzy and Amrita attacking one of the hunters. Yes. Focus fire would probably be a good thing to do right about now.

That, and he had told Riley he was going to protect Lizzy. So he was going to at least try to stick by her during this chaos. Turning towards that particular cloaked figure, he charged.

The fist he swung, however, came up a little short.


(( Total HP value: 40/40
Total damage done: MISS
Your target: Eva
CURRENT STATUS: Attacking))

When he saw Herryk and his furry companion, Mort fought off the sudden heaviness over his body to shout, "Run! G-Go! G-Get Shehk!"

He really seemed bent on getting their own back, as opposed to, well, fighting.

Wriggling, the zombie turned himself to face the nearest red-cloaked person, the one he assumed to be his captor. "Why?" he asked simply, glasses askew. Wasn't it enough to them that they were already mourning the professor?

(( Status: Still totally captured ))

She had been quietly lurking in her golem - some sort of a tall, 6 foot big busted female demon with horns, wings and a tail... Really? She felt like a character straight out of some capcom game. With a red cloak. And a gun designed to shoot out a net.



When Caelius came back with the creatures behind him, she readied her gun and fired at one of the ones who actually managed to land a powerful hit; those were the most troublesome and should be kept in a net as soon as possible... Although the horsemen should have been her priority.

Well, hindsight is 20/20!

(( Total HP value: 20 is default for ALL golems
Total damage done: N/A
Your target: Some sexy wrath demon))

Freya had been flying high - she'd even heard the call from her friend, telling her to be careful - and she should have listened.

As soon as she passed the barrier that left her Fearless, Freya looked like a duck that had just been shot down. A whistling sound was heard as the oval ball of feathers dropped to the ground from far too high, slamming into the grass like a stone.

And she stayed there.

(Not attacking)