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Shehk tumbled to the floor, growling as she spilled across it, but managed to get back up to her feet. She only passed Calder a slightly apologetic look before she moved forward towards the vines that had tangled about and had dissipated Riley.

She didn't blame Calder for his words - he didn't know how bad it was. Shehk knew it was bad and she found herself scratching around the vines and making a keening noise at them - which they mirrored right back at her. What were these things?

Why had they hurt Riley?

Were...were these the things that had tried to drown her earlier? KELPIEPLANT!! .....She was kind of surrounded by Kelpies as of late, but that wasn't a problem. Hell, even her own body was getting vined up at the time, but she turned her head to look towards the hunters, and then at the barrier. She needed to get out of there and find Riley! Because if Riley hadn't respawned....



No. She wouldn't let that happen.

HP: -1
Status: Riley, whar u b?

[ Arriving ]

Just as she had expected, there was another fight going down on this island too. Trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, she took the time to scan the room in an attempt to find out how Halloween was faring in this fight. And her conclusion considering that she decided to walk in just as two students dissipated?

Not good.

Guess there's no choice but to fight. I just hope that this room... Her thoughts trailed off as she eyed the floor uncertainly. It seemed stable enough...for now, anyways.

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OOC:
[Standing on Rune 19]
Character Name: Xiu-Ying
HP: 35/40
Target:
Damage:
Effect: --
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: /3

Appearance

5'2" girl with long white hair in a loose braid. Pink eyes, tapir-shaped ears, and a lion tail. Dressed in Chinese-style clothing. Wears a flower clip in her hair.

[Room HP: ]

{{Exiting}}

He'd been there face down, but then he was not. Who took Otto away? Who knows~

"No," he snapped in response. It was hard to hide how sulky he sounded. "We just...don't have to." His highly delusional ideas of pacification came screeching to a halt when, all at once, another hunter struck Chuppi past the point of dissipation, and the hunter who spoke to him attacked again.

He yelped, more startled than injured, though the blow was certainly stronger than the last. Staggering backward, he fought to regain his footing, ultimately tripping over himself and into the vines at the bazooka's shot.

Thackery heaved a heavy sigh.

This was not very becoming for a guardian.

As his stare moved upward, fixated on the two strange hunters, he opened his mouth to comment on their fighting skill, to snidely mention how they had to target opponents that wouldn't (or couldn't) fight back. But the words didn't come, held back by some silly pride that refused to let him. He just rose, silent, telling himself that he was strong.

He was a Good Dog, right?

Character Name: Thackery
HP: 27/40
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Effect: n/a
People Attacking: 2/3

The voices. The voices filled her mind, drowning out everything around her; the sounds of battle ebbed away in favour of the crying child, the barked warnings of a male voice, the hissing. Somewhere in the chaos of noise was the quiet whisper she knew best, utteirng a phrase she had heard before. She turned, pausing in every attempt to wring the life out of whatever Hunter she could grasp, to simply stare in wide-eyed horror at what she saw; Riley, that beautiful purple skin lost and buried by vines.

Amrita wasn't sure when her hands came up, fingers awkwardly digging into the flesh and bone of her split face. No. No! The mass of vine and flowers from here Riley once was had her complete attention; nothing could draw her away from it....except for maybe the sudden move of a very large dragon. The Hunter's attack on Aymet was enough to draw her from whatever horrified stupor she had worked herself into, but yet again she did not scream. There was no sound of remorse or anguish, nothing but a lump in her throat and the screaming in her head.

No, no no no...

She picked her name out from the sounds that had returned, her stare turning towards Calder, her gaze on his mouth even though she got nothing from his horse snout. She understood well enough; Calder wanted her to leave. He was trying to take her away from all this; maybe not now, but later. The thought made her go instantly on the defensive, her muscles tightening; it took her a moment to calm down, the small voice of reason in her head calling out to her, calming her, knowing full well why Calder had suggested what he did.

"N...n...No." She managed to get out, the single word breaking past the barrier in her throat; it sounded as if she had a hard time even articulating it, nevermind getting the defiant voice to express it. His concern was understood, but she couldn't bring herself to even consider abandoning post, not when there were HUnters left standing; Hunters who seemed to be multiplying, actually. "Can't." She said shortly, the same heavy voice. "Not yet." She lowered her hands from her head, her fingers still curled into backwards claws.

There were a few options she could take, but all of her focus narrowed down to a single Hunter; one who had been squaring off against Shehk when she came in, and the one who had dealt the last blow to Riley. Leon. She didn't know his name, or who he was, but in that moment her rage was directed at him and only him.

"Shehk..." She breathed out, casting only a glance at her fellow undead before zeroing in on the Hunter himself. She knew the Pricolici was damaged, she knew she was weak and feeling it; but she also thought that this was a better way to use her energy, and she sincerely hoped that the ghoul would agree. "Help?" Was all she said, this particular word directed to both Shehk and Calder, before she tried to will her sluggish, tense arms to move enough to punch that jackdamned Hunter in his god damned face.

Except he was too tall, and she was too short; at least she felt some impact...


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(( OOC:
Character Name: Amrita
HP: 34/50
Target: Leon
Damage: 1
Room HP: 115
Effect: -8 modifier, -2hp autohit per roll
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

OW. "You crazy b***h," Clerise growled, feeling her FEAR shield dissipating at a rapid ******** dragons and horsemen and some tiny thing--

"I am so tired of this!" Clerise swiped her daggers at the horseman, lip curled back.

God, she was so glad Clarice was around. At least she had some back up in the form of BRUTE STRENGTH.

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(( OOC:
Character Name: Clerise
HP: 20 - 2 - 1 - 8 = 9 - 2 = 7
Target: Cymbeline
Attacks: 2/6
Damage: 12-8=4
Effect: -8 attack dice, -2 hp per turn
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 reset))

The roach human was slippery, wriggling and sliding out of the room with that giant sword, and Cymbeline found herself left amidst the fighting hunters and students with no targets to vent her insanity upon. Oh, but the pain, the delightful pain, and the blood on the floor, was that her blood?

The hunters had spilled it before, and she had marked it on their precious white walls. If only it could be left there to rot, the metallic stench choking their hive from the inside out...

Entertained with those thoughts, the scales began to glow as they arced down towards the hunter worms. Specifically the ones who thought there was anything to gain by channeling their attacks at herself personally~ Those silly little things. She would make them starve.

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OOC:
Character Name: Cymbeline
HP: 29/60
Target: Clerise and Sasha
Damage: Target suffers 3 damage for 2 rounds (Not sure how to translate, but 6 damage per person.)
Effect: None
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: /3






Room Hp: 104 (Counting ALL Cymbeline's damage, no need to add this later.)