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[ PRISON ROOM ] - Jason ( Prisoner 3 )

While Ace had developed a immunity, Jason sadly had not, but at least he was taking the sun's advice, stopping his flailing and do the practical thing of pulling the arm off and throwing it away. Why he hadn't done this before was anyones guess.

And then the prisoners became even more creepy, repeating the same phrase over and over while one attacked them. Ace took care of it, leaving Jason to try hear what was going on his headset. Pokemon music had started to play and he stood there trying to make anything out before the static happened, then finally Marks voice-.

"S-s**t!" They had to bail. There was no point trying to save the prisoners now, he was pretty dam sure they weren't even human. Although as he thought this, Ace was in the process of saving one of them. Jason just sighed, and hoped it wasn't going to bite the Sun later on.

"O-okay." He replied when Ace asked him to lead, doing another head account before calling out, "I-is everyone alright?". We he could see no serious injuries he turned around and sprinted out of the tunnels.

Somehow, Jason didn't sustain any serious injuries as he fled, only a few scratches from random insects.

HP: 39

"Shh," responded Mark very quietly over the headset, "They'll hear you."

As he said this he bumped right into Rep, yelled like crazy and nearly dropped his weapon. He looked like he had just lost a fight with an army of moths, his coat entirely gone, making him look even scrappier than usual. "Where's Dwight?"

Anyone close to the portal outside might have glimpsed just long enough to see an upturned table with a DS still running Pokemon next to an empty headset slowly being swallowd by a thousand centipedes.

[blindness roll or Gretchen]

[ORCHARD] - Melvin

"Wait what?" He said as Joy rushed off to jump at the Moth like a college freshman after a Frisbee.

Desummoning, he followed after and tried to judge where they would fall. Maybe he'd at least get one of them.

[ Orchard ]

There was a distinct possibility that Zeke had been less than overly effective in the last few moments, because one second there were leeches coming in to gnaw at their ankles, and the next thing he was aware of was Joy, on a giant moth, rescuing another trainee, and calling out for help. The Mist had lost a little time there, and all considering. For his first venture back to the Sahara, it wasn't altogether surprising.

The shouting, however, was enough to drag him back to the present. The situation at hand was just about resolved. Mark was calling for them to abort the mission.

It was time to go.

Part 2: Outside : Supporting

Sy, being drenched in blood from head to toe, luckily all of it not his own, observed that for the experienced Hunters that came out of the cave, had desensitized to the gaping teethy mouth. Perhaps, they have seen this before..

When he received support from Sherry, he looked at her and tipped his bloody hat. "Thank you, definitely appreciated." There was a faint path crafted with Sherry's support, quite sturdy, ready for him to cross while sand flew all over the place and the distraction of a widening mouth underneath it...

< What are you waiting for? > asked Ia. But he was not ready to leave. " I didn't join this faction for the hell of it, imma stay and support others so we can leave together, " he told his weapon in a serious tone. " And take nice long showers," he continued, this time joking with her.

His feet still hurt and he may be half dead, but he still wanted to stick around and help. He knew he had a spare water bottle left in case someone needed it. Using his defense skill for the first time, he casted it towards the next person that came out of the cave.

Sy: Moon Hunter
Moon: You may roll your defensive dice instead of your offensive ones for support. If you do, it is now 2d4 for trainee with NO modifier. You can only use this on two people max.
HP: 19/40

Target Supporting: Jason
Support amount: 5



He could still support but was saving his last defense attempt for someone that really needed it and stayed near the cave;s entrance, keeping a close watch at the gaping mouth. Something else tumbled into the hole, he thought he saw a table like thing and a shiny gold plated DS but the cluster of centipedes consumed it before he could take a better look...

Outside - Safely Across and Supporting

Harper looked at the unfamiliar hunter who answered her question, start pointing and nudging trainees forward noting areas that were safe enough from the teeth to get across towards the portal. Waiting her turn Harper gave her a nod and began moving forward, keeping all her focus on where her feet were going and not where the teeth were at that very moment.

After several minutes that felt as if they had ticked by as hours Harper made across, being marginally safe she turned around to offer help to those still stranded across.

“Hey! That way go around follow the path that way!” Yelling as loud as she could and pointing wildly to a trainee nearby that had stopped unable to move forward on the path that he had started out on.


Harper
Sun Trainee -2 modifier support
HP: 18/40

[ Escape pt1 ]

The many became the few, and the fewer still. Gretchen had managed to desperate herself from the rest, or maybe they'd all simply scattered. Regardless, she was alone when the swarm had cleared. Alone and lost. "Hello?" Nothing.

Well, almost.

There were voices in the darkness, but they didn't seem to be coming from anywhere. Or perhaps they were everywhere. Not like Devika. Worst. Ominous.

Running aimless was not the best course of action, and her weapon was quick to remind her of such, but the trainee was scared, logic wasn't at the forefront of her mind in that moment, not advanced she searched for anyone else, and not when she found herself face to face was a total of a scorpion. It was humongous. Large enough to fill the entire tunnel, and the chittering snap of claws and mandibles had all the color draining from already pale features.

She screamed as she turned to flee, sprinting back into the darkness, but eight long legs easily out classed one and a half human ones. It struck, the stinger burying deep in the muscle of the trainee's shoulders and she screamed again as it lifted it and flung her aside.

The impact was enough to daze her, but she was up and crawling the second she could, diving into a crevice barely large enough for herself, and kept crawling until she toppled out the other side into a staircase that might have looked familiar if the room hadn't been spinning...

HP: 20 - disoriented
DMG: -
CHG: 1/3