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Oh Shaheen could keep up just fine, and she proved as much when she launched herself forward, fending off any of the blows that Tseng might have taken both with her arms and with her blade. Shik was another matter altogether as he went from a stampeding battle fury to a weak little kitten batting at a bell on a string ineffectually.

She rose an eyebrow at him as she backed out of the throng of black, slightly more scraped then before but by no means feeling any pain just yet.

"Wimp." She whispered back at Shik with a smirk, leaning over to breathe the one worded insult directly into his ear.

So much love it hurts.

Turning back to the matter at hand, however. she concentrated her Fear, struggling with not letting her control slip as she forced power into her dagger, the blade beginning to glow with the just the faintest hint of yellow before she took swift steps forward before stepping off of the ground and spinning in the air, blade sweeping out to destroy any of the shadowlings that surrounded her.

Of course, then she had to fight her way back out again lest they overwhelm her.

She was totally going to catch up.

The sound of someone calling her name pulled the priestess' attention up from her prey, and she saluted the war horsemen with the tip of her blade, dark lips parting in a vicious smile. "Happy hunting, Shikoba!"

Shaheen had arrived, and the mare offered a nod to her comrade before returning her attention to the foul creatures that plagued their lair. A cluster had formed around her, bold little imps all jockeying around her feet as if fighting for the best teat. "You're all so eager to slain?" She smirked. "So be it then, I'll cut you all down." The black of her blade was nothing but a darker blur against the jet bodies of the creatures she swung at, Eight had surrounded her, and almost as one, they all fell to nothingness.

The mare snorted, breath exhaling sharply as she watched the last trickling whisp of the disappearing bodies fade. "They're not very sturdy, but they are numerous." And multiplying..

Tseng's arrows were going a great job of cutting them down though, as well as the efforts of the war warriors.

A familiar voice had joined their ranks, one Nergui had come to hold dear, and she turned to find Senga had joined them. "You are late, pup!" There was a teasing air to her voice that one didn't often hear from the death mare. It would seem she was enjoying herself. "You're viciousness will be most welcome though."

"Yes I have arrived," Ying announced, finally having made her way over to Tseng. It took a while because he kept moving about, and she had to wade through more heartless just to get to him. Yes, that was the reason. Yup.

When she did, she swatted a few heartless away from him with her bow. "You really have to be more careful! I bet my brother would be more careful." Speaking of which, where was her lazy brother now? "In fact, I bet he would have killed all of these heartless now ..." A look up to Tseng as she defended him, as if you say I'm just saying.

Ying couldn't to shoot her arrows, fending off what she could from Tseng. He seemed to be doing fine on his own, even shouting now that she'd riled him up. Yes, Tseng was a fine horseman. Not as good as Jing, of course, but that was an argument for another day.

Seeing as Tseng was as fit as a fiddle, Ying instead changed her target to Shikoba. Ying didn't know him, but he wasn't looking so good with all the heartless around- he could probably use her help!

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" A tiny shadowling approached Shik's leg and Ying promptly whacked it on the head. "No. Bad."

He barked a laugh at the retort and added a quick, "b***h," to Shaheen before she went off and did her own case of showing off.

As opposed to Senga's frigid fury, Shik looked pretty cozy himself: content, scratched up, taking in breaths as the battle allowed. "If that would be the case, I shan't tell you a thing," he replied with a grin, hefting his dagger. "I'd like to see that for myself. All I know is that there are plenty of shadows to go around, so no complaining, Senga." He was really in a good mood to not be bothering with insulting names. After all, this was family practically.

He saluted to Nergui in return for her happy hunting, though was surprised to see a smaller horseman step up to cover him."Help in what? I've got it covered -" But who was he to deny someone taking the brunt for him? Less obstacles to get in the way of desecrating the masses. With a quick nod to the conquest horseman, Shik threw himself into the black crowd with a bellow, slicing through them left and right as another burst of adrenaline carried him through. Really, he was lucky the ghoul covered him, because otherwise he'd probably be collapsing . . .

Ah, he was in a good humor and actually thanked her with a boyish grin and a flick of his dagger in almost salute. What was with Shik smiling so much today. Oh right. Violence.

"I wouldn't mind some of those heals now, Fai . . ."

"Of course, my dear," Fai said, heading for Nergui first, since she asked first. "A second, please," he said, uncapping one of the bottles and taking a sip. He capped it again, then touched her shoulder, his hand glowing a slightly sinister looking purple color.

And very little happened. He frowned, looking at the bottle. "Forgive me, I'm still not quite used to this method." Fail, Fai, Fail.

Senga rolled his eyes at Shikoba for a number of reasons, one of them being that as opposed to his cold fury, the older Executioner seemed so cozy in this environment. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that unlike said cozy War Horseman, Senga was being crawled on by every manner of shadow available.

Being short was not something he found much pleasure in at all.

Shoulders slumping, Senga pointed a finger into Shik's chest abruptly while his wings flapped vigorously to clear the space around him of certain annoyances. "Why did I know you of all people would enjoy this?" He bantered mildly, but the frigidness in his tone had gone down. With one, quick reflex, he jabbed a shadow away from him with his wingtip, turning his attention to the Executioner with a huff. "And I'm not complaining - why would I complain? It's not like our lair is flooded with little black pests or anything - and oh, look, my favorite Conquest horseman just arrived."

Senga's town practically dripped sarcasm at this point because a) he had been woken up to come deal with this in the first place and b) Mengyao was really high on his terrorization list at this point in time. "If you get a chance, kick him for me." Senga muttered, fluffing his wings and turning back to the fray as Shikoba barreled into the pile of shadows like the crazy b*****d he was.

Before he leapt after his War brethren though, Senga glanced to his left where Nergui stood. "I am not," He responded in a decidedly lighter tone, as though bantering with a sibling. "I never received an invitation in the first place. And I always arrive precisely when I mean to." He gave her a two fingered salute. "And your presence is always most welcome as well."

Now. What to do about those shadowlings.