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Of course, once his Fear attack was used it was really best to follow up as quickly as possible, before the effects of his own personal green fog of foul smelling gas wore off. The zomboil, who moments before had been lying on the ground ready to let the fog swallow him up, now had a reason to fight. He needed to at least give Maggie and Chryses a chance, as bleak as that chance may be. He didn't want to just give up without trying when other peoples lives hung in the balance as well. When it was just his own..ya, he had made that decision to give up, but this wasn't just about him now.

He shuffled forward, movements quickened by the urgency of their situation. When he was close enough to that green cloud he threw everything he could possibly muster into a powerful punch, hitting that which he couldn't quite see but that he knew was there.

The demon's attack was barely a blip on the monster's radar, but Alex's? Oh, what a seething mess the Mort thing was when he was revisited by the awful green miasma again, and though he swiped before him he was granted no satisfying rip of claws into flesh; and here he thought three targets would have given him a fair chance at catching something even when blinded.

An annoyed snarl echoed through the green mists just before the zomboil's fist connected - and then the snarl redoubled as he staggered back and once again clawed at nothing.

M̷͡ ̀ I̸ ̴ N͝ E !

A deadly promise. Someone was really, really pissed now.

One last roar escaped Maggie as she was hit by another string of cards, tearing her to pieces. Was this it? Was it...over?

Apparently not. Reforming, Maggie blinked, unsure what to think. Looking back up, she realized that she was still in the middle of a fight and crouched low, trying to make herself as small a target as possible while she gathered her wits again.

The monster's moment of triumph caused her to cackle all the louder as she twirled gleefully, a mist of cloud swirling around her as she danced her way through the carnage. Yet it was short lived for as soon as her cards had done their work and the two students dissipated, they were back, reformed wholly and complete. A whisper in her ear told her how unfair this was, that they were given second chances when she had been given none. Her gleeful twirl stopped, and her blue gaze settled on the two of them as she held up both hands toward them.
"I'll get you yet, my pretties."

As though she wanted to toy with them a bit more, the witch instead concentrated her attack on the one boil, each card thrown razor sharp accompanied with the tiniest of gleeful sounds. Oh yes, these two little ones would come Home with her.

He felt his fist connect against the misty form of Mort, solid and true, the echoes of the impact reverberating up his arm and down his spine. It was as though each hit that connected awakened him further, pulled him more into the here and now and away from the fog and insanity that whispered at him tantalizingly, threatening to consume him. He really didn't want to be like them, he didn't really want to have his eyes opened towards this new "home" that they continued to speak about.

He began to back away, a hurried shambling stumble that wasn't nearly fast enough to escape what happened next. Alexander really shouldn't have waited so long for his second attack, but he had wanted to make sure the other two were okay. Even now, as the green miasma he had conjured from his own Fear began to vanish into wispy tendrils, leaving the Insanimort free and clear, he ventured a quick look behind him, only to see that the others had reformed.

That gave him some small amount of relief before he was grabbed and lifted up into the air. "No!" His voice was a ragged gasp as he struggled to pull free of the grip that was wrapped tight around him. It was all pointless, however, the struggle, the attempts to free himself or to even talk some sense into the creature that was once his zombro who was now reaching for him with his other hand as well.

Alex knew what was coming next, and he tried to steal himself for it, though nothing could prepare him for it, and there was no way of stopping the small, pathetic whimpers that managed to escape his throat just before Mort ripped him in half, his decomposing torso torn with the sound of popping bones and seperated, squelching insides, and the wet sound of rotting blood as it splattered against the ground. It was an agonizing feeling, like his skin was nothing more the velcro to be peeled apart, the pain like nothing he had felt in recent memory. The two halves of his body were thrown, and he had time to feel the impact of the earth beneath him, his body a disgusting and horrifying ruin of what it once was, before he dissipated into a million Fear particles that dispersed into the air, the whispers of home drowning out everything else, pulling on him, guiding him towards his new calling.

He fought against it was everything he had, but he'd spent so long in the fog, so long as it chiseled away his confidence, his survival instincts of self preservation, and his drive to keep going, to keep fighting. It was a struggle hard fought, and barely won.

And then he reformed, the zomboil gasping in a breath that he didn't need, coughing from his position on the ground, frantically grabbing at for his shirt and lifting it to stare at the part of his body where it had only moments before been severed, now made whole once more. He hadn't expected to be brought back. He had thought the fog had finally gotten it's claws into him, ready to drag him down and consume him with the insanity that it had managed to inflict on nearly everybody else he cared the most about.

He wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful for the second chance.

Maggie barely had time to register that Chryses had gone down again. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw the double attack on him. And then she saw Alex fall. It was just her now, and she had to fight, had to stay sane.

Still crouching, she threw her head back, letting her face widen and stretch, the skin growing soft black fur. Her panther jaws were much, much more powerful than her humanoid ones. All the better to rip these mist-people apart with.

This time Maggie concentrated her attack on Mort, leaping at him with open jaws.

When the next two students only dissipated for a moment, and were quick to reform, it did not help their cause. With a vengeful screech the witch monster whirled toward them, mists rising in great clouds around her.
"What pests you babies are turning into!"

Angered by their insistence to continue fighting, especially in harming her ally, the witch only threw a few more cards at them, hissing as she swirled around them. They could only last so long, they could only refuse the call of Home for a little longer... They would be coming Home soon, very soon.