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Raziel had been thinking that the class this week was probably going to be about the same as the one before, only with a new teacher, some new classmates, and of course- a new subject. It was curious just how wrong he was. Everything began somewhat normally, if being taught by some stranger that could kill them if they wanted to was normal. But then the entire room they all stood in began to waver and shake and they were suddenly in another place entirely.

Looking around, everything seemed to change, even the clothes they were all wearing. All of this new information was a lot to process, a lot to think about and take in and decide what was going on. Raziel hadn't even really been listening to what was going on between the creatures that seemed to be in charge and have a clue what was happening. It wasn't until they were directed to pick up weapons and he was jostled by some of the other students that he snapped out of his trance-like state.

He walked over toward the wall of weaponry and shuffled a few pieces around a bit. At first he picked up two daggers, holding one in each of his hands, but then spotting something glinting in the sunlight, he dropped them and went for the shiny thing. The shiny thing that Raziel picked up was a scimitar, a larger knife, much like a sword, but with a distinctly different shape. He tested it out a bit before following the crowd to their next destination.

Upon reaching the crest of the hill, Raziel saw the thousands of humans just below. It wasn't long before the fighting broke out and Raziel was thrown into fighting in the fray as well.

Kemnebi whirled, slicing at openings, trying to jump back from attacks, blocking the ones she could. But she was tiring. So many humans and they just. Kept. Coming. At any one time she had to be outnumbered three to one.

Hearing a sound behind her, Kemnebi turned and brought her daggers up in an effective block. She was so tired though and the force of the blow took her to one knee. She wasn't going to last much longer. She could feel herself start to fade from consciousness and once she did that, she was a dead duck.

Incredibly, a song floated past her ear. It was soothing and, even odder, revitalizing. A healing chant, perhaps? Feeling much better, Kemnebi forced herself up and her attacker back, throwing him off balance while she landed a killing blow.

Upon entering the large temple, Shun quickly noticed that the air in here was a rather calming one. It was almost like that of the meditation room, but the effect seemed to be even more powerful. He closed his eye to relax even further. It wasn't even really something he could fight all that much.

When he reopened, he saw a hooded figure before them; apparently the head priestess, as well as their teacher. He listened to her words before nodding quietly and following her through the first door. What he found on the otherside was something he didn't quite expect. The sounds of battle were all around. They had walked right into the middle of a great battlefield. Broken weapons were littered all around, and it was a huge mess really.

Being approached by a centaur, Shun also noticed that many of the halloween denizens nearby weren't exactly wearing modern clothing. What was this about a human rebellion? Why was there a rebellion? He furrowed his brow, but then shook his head to himself. That didn't really matter right at this moment since he was about to be thrown into the battle himself. Taking in a breath, he looked over the weapons. They were all... copper. Seeing this made him frown. If going with a metal weapon, copper was not the most ideal one to be forging them from. All of this was all rather... ancient, between the dress and the style of weapons.

Quietly, he grabbed himself a pair of daggers, having no dispute over what he would use. Once he was equipped, he paused as he heard what the one known as Theseus said. But again, he didn't have time to speculate as he was urged along to where there were hundreds of humans at the bottom of the cliff. Glancing to the sides, he tried to see where Xiu and a few of the others were. They were sorely outnumbered.

Grimacing, he closed his eye and took in a deep breath to clear his mind. The battle was coming in and if he was to fight, he was going to make sure he fought hard.

There wasn't much room to maneuver with so many people around, and the man with the spear had a pretty hefty reach advantage. And so Shun ducked away, deciding to not engage with him. Not yet. The spearman kept up with the pursuit; apparently the one that had just been slain was a friend of his or something to that effect. He was shouting something, but the reaper couldn't quite understand what was being said. It probably didn't matter right now. What did, was his survival.

His assailant struck out again, this time clipping his side in the process. Letting out a hiss, Shun grabbed onto the spear's shaft before pulling back to bring himself closer to the human. Now seemed to be a good time to strike back. Narrowing his eye, he quickly scanned for weak points where he might be able to access vitals more easily. The torso was pretty well covered from what he could see. With one dagger he struck one of the arms first. Then with the other, he slipped the blade under the arm, just above the edge of the armor. The man let out a cry of pain, then dropped down to his knees. It seemed that attack hadn't quite been enough to kill the guy quickly.

Once again, he could feel the human's fear as he realized that he was probably going to die here. He was afraid of it, and Shun could practically feel himself growing stronger from it. The reaper was about to finish him off, but there was no time. He was being under attack once again.

This was like no battle Taryn had ever seen. While it was terrifying to have so many enemies gathered around you, clashing with warrior before you, it was exhilarating. The first kill she managed to land was a simple hack-and-slash, but she grew braver the more blood she spilled. Finally she had bashed a man in the face with the bow of her shield and thrown the sharp edge down on his neck, taking a hint from those with proper weapons and removing the head to guarantee death. For a moment, she was horrified with herself, and she paused.

Horror was replaced with pride when a whinny sounded nearby. The horse was not to blame for the attack, and so the ghoul's attention was placed on the rider. She would never be able to hop on the steed's back, as much as she wished she could, and so she contented herself to block the bladed blow that came and slice at the warrior's arm with her shield. He was wearing metal and leather to protect himself and Taryn cried out as another creature came to assist, protecting him as he sliced at the beast first and then, as it fell, impaling the rider upon his blade. Blood was ribboning toward the ground... but the horse was stumbling, panicking. Taryn's immediate reaction was to dodge and hold up her shield, but in a moment there was darkness and then nothing at all as the steed fell upon her.

[ ded. ]

The interior of the temple was interesting, to say the least. Her boots quietly tapped against the marble floor when she curiously walked into the temple. Dev’s gaze swept around the room once, noting the lack of horsemen within the area before she settled on the pyre burning in the middle. She took in its blue flame before a certain smell wafted into her nose. Her eyes widened and she took another whiff. There was something peculiar about the scent, but Dev couldn’t figure out why. Was it because she felt herself instantly unwind, muscles relaxing and her tail lazily waving from side to side? Maybe that was it, maybe…

She squinted her eyes as white filled with her vision. Blinking, once Dev adjusted to the new setting she noticed a figure in dark clothes. Dev looked curious, then confused when she saw the three doors behind the priestess. When had those gotten there? Or had they always been there and she never noticed at all? She shook her head, perplexed. Rather than puzzle over it, she paid attention to the figure’s words. Class of Guidance and Trance? Hmm. That sounded interesting. She continued to listen. Dev followed Medea toward the left door. Glowing eyes glanced at the ornate décor before she looked forward again and found herself in a valley.

Her ears flattened and her tail drooped at the sight of weapons. Were the students expected to fight? But this was a class of guidance and trance! Maybe it was for someone else. But Dev was more dismayed at the sudden change in clothes. “Whit?” she grumbled. She felt tempted to ask if they would ever get their previous clothes back, but that sounded like a Jacking stupid question to ask. She listened to the centaur with intrigued ears instead. The longer the stranger spoke, the louder everything seemed to become. Dev fought the urge to growl with annoyance. Was this real?

With a grimace, she trotted over to the display of weapons and eventually plucked out a shield. She wasn’t a very offensive ghoul to begin with, so why start now? Her tail curled between her legs as she walked to the edge and took in the sight of hundreds of humans. “Fur th’ love ay…” Dev’s voice drifted off as she followed the others, her shield raised.

Shun took another hit at some point, causing him to go down onto one knee. Grimacing, he breathed in deeply, trying to reign in his focus. He had never been in such a chaotic and one sided battle like this before. It was completely insane. He saw a shadow loom over him as he was trying to recover from the blows he had been dealt. And for a moment, it felt like he might have been ended right then and there, but someone had shouted. The human standing by glanced over, distracted. Looking up to see what had happened, the reaper had looked just in time to see the man be decapitated rather gruesomely. This was followed up by feeling some of the human's warm blood splattering onto him

Glancing to the side, he saw an unfamiliar student coming on by. She looked to be injured too. Then again, he would be surprised if no one was around here.

"They can be squashed alright," he said darkly, "There's just too many of them. You slit the throat of one and there's five ready to take his place."

Wincing, he pushed himself back to his feet while looking over at the angry humans around.

"We're both wounded. What say you to watching each other's backs? We may be able to hold out a little longer that way in this madness."

It wasn't like him to really want to team up with anyone, but he wasn't blind to know when times like that were needed. He would be a fool to think he could take on this massive army on his own. If he had someone to help cover his backside, his chances of getting flanked were reduced, and in turn, his survival rate increased to some degree.

The likelyhood of coming out of this alive seemed to be rather slim as it was, however.