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In normal case, the sweet petite girl would defend herself while asking his the reason.

However, she was the Ancient of Lost at that moment.

So the huntress got knocked down, dusted herself, and stood up with her hammer again. She lunged at the War Horseman and swung her more gold trimmed hammer. She asked calmly, hardly an emotion can be found on her face. "Do you want to experience the feeling of losing something?" A tear dropped down from her blank face, making her looked a bit weird.

She just wanted to warn him to stop bothering with her, she needed to -find the one she loved and protected them.

"Are you that desperate for attention?" The shadow turned back towards the Horsewoman, the movement slow and calm. Around her the vines continued to grow and twist, thrashing and curling around her dark, broken form. They shot forward to wrap around Nergui, coiling so tightly the thorns pressed into flesh.

"How can I say no, when you asked so sweetly?" The shadow's tongue clicked with disappointment as she gently - almost affectionately - tucked some loose strands of the Horsewoman's hair back into place.

The same hand withdrew and waved in dismissal, causing the vines released Nergui with the same enthusiasm one might show a piece of trash.

Even as the Ancient of Lost, the nature of the huntress didn't disappeared. The stupid question she asked was of a purpose, she simply didn't understand if he lost something before, he should understand the need of protection and the miserable he would bring to the one that he took away. She was aimed to protect while he was urged to destroy. Another tear dropped down from her face, without an emotion, everyone was treated the same, except the one she loved.

Then, the mount, resembled to those she saw in MMORPG game crashed onto her shield, she flinched. Z was cursing the horseman and his mount as maggots, detestable bugs. "I have a reason here." She calmly stated without a smile or anger expression. "I didn't start this, but you. I come to protect my friends, I didn't attack you first, but you." She sighed, shedding some tears for her empathy. He had lost something and she knew how painful it was.

The conversation or the fight would continue if not she heard a familiar voice, the voice that could reach her core deeply. She turned her head, but didn't de-summon her hammer. It was one of those she wanted to protect, they were her purpose of existence.

So she quietly left where she was standing, ignoring the horseman behind her, her eyes had a sparkle lit. There was a hug to the Mist huntress and a soft but less affectionate call. "Mimi, are you okay?" It was a bit weird, a bit distant.

"I am here, you won't be lost." The warm and distant hug stated her stance, she would protect her friends no matter what, no one can get away them from her.

Ever woke all at once: his eyes opening to a battlefield much different from when he'd gone down, and while he felt better he still felt...wrong. Woozy. Dizzy. Out of sorts. He got to his feet, fumbled a step, and then caught his balance, stooping to snatch up the gold-trimmed weapon by his feet. Dark eyes flashed around the battlefield, trying to remember where he was, what was going on, what had happened.

// You were unconscious. // Amory sounded disgusted. That was something, at least. And then, all at once, the lot of it rushed back to him, and he twisted to search -- first for Medea, and then for the black-eyed horseman who'd taken him down.

No sign, so he just searched for any familiar face.

She didn't want anyone to die on her.

Perhaps she hadn't known Lex for too long. But she still remembered the bloodied corpses of allies she had seen around her in that vision before she arose and became the Ancient of Inadequacies, drawing power from the insecure.

But the slight lapse in the fury that boiled within her that was the power of Destruction returned as she knelt over Lex's body, and felt the cut of a sword in her side.

The concern upon her face melted away into anger as she lashed out at the horseman.

This time she didn't miss.

She felt tired, weak. She could do little more than stumble as someone bumped into her again. It was the same one as before, she was sure of it. "Hey!" she called after him.

She might have given chase, but instead she fell to her knees as Fear pressed down on her, and she felt her shield crack and break. And then things flashed, and she felt better. Medea was gone. Sherry blinked at the battlefield.

Friends. She needed to find her friends, make sure everything--

She spotted a familiar looking Horseman. At least, she thought it was him. It wasn't like he'd lingered around after running into her. Not that it really mattered. He was still a Horseman. And he wore Red.

Sherry jabbed at the Horseman with her weapon. "What exactly are you lot doing here, Mr. Speedy?"

He was fierce, he didn't understand the pain of losing. Shu had made the conclusion, if this horseman was obstacle to her protection, she would eliminate him. He was nothing compared to the one she loved. If he initiated the fight, she would take it but it wasn't her priority now.

She had made herself clear also, if he reached out for her friends, she won't just stand there.

Pathetic existence that didn't understand the true fear of Lost, as she slowly blinked, another tear dropped, she should tell her legacy to him one day.

Nkosazana rushed towards where a group and Hunters seemed to be fighting each other and their fellow Horsemen, expecting this to be where she would find the shell of a Head Priestess that called herself Medea..

To her surprise, there was no Medea.

The Death Priestess stopped in her tracks, lowering her weapon. That certainly took some of the wind out of her sails, and she frowned. What was she supposed to do now? There didn't even seem to be any horsemen they needed any particular amount of healing...

Perhaps she should pace around and look for when Medea would come back. She had quarrel with the Hunters, but she had a feeling the Elder Horsemen around could deal with them much better than she would ever be able to. Attacking had never been her strong point, even before their Fall. It most certainly would not be now, though she would clutch her weapon protectively, ready to fight back if she had to ... or prepare to run away. That was also a possibility.

Where was Medea...?