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Why wasn't he bleeding, why wasn't he dead yet. Ofelia was screaming in her head with unhappiness at the thought and cursed herself for taking away his voice. Sure it made him stop talking as a good thing but it also prevented him from screaming. Ofelia wanted to hear the screams, or perhaps the person currently dancing inside her mind did, and she raised her weapon back again.

The strike was a lot weaker than the others had been but it was just as before, her usual pattern. A cat playing with a toy, teasing it into a sense where it thought it was safe. Then when the runes danced again, when her skin burned again, she would tear him apart. There was only so long before Jake couldn't defend himself anymore.

hp 60
damage 4
charge 1 [ 1 ]

To prove that maybe she wasn't entirely there, or maybe that she just didn't care, Ofelia leaned close to Jake and let the weight of her body press against him. "Oh kiddo, kiddo. If you want to properly swap spit with her all you have to do is ask me. I'll have her kiss you, I can tell it's what you both need." Ofelia settled in more and glared, her elbow coming down hard on the center of Jake's face.

"Poor baby, poor baby. I will enjoy breaking your face and peeling off your flesh. Ahhh, the things I will do, the things she won't do. We make a good team when she's angry, yes I do." Her speech was odd and off and Ofelia just continued her assault. No one was coming by, no one would stop and save him. The fields were empty and no one bothered anyway.

hp 60
damage 9
charge 2 [ 1 ]

Yes, he was fighting back. Yes, this was more like a game now. It wasn't always so fun when the prey lay there like a motionless object, like a corpse waiting. Ofelia had no need of dead bodies almost as much as she had no care for the living. Few people on the Island interested her as of late, few kept her happy and in want of more attention. Jake was not one of these people, not one at all, and Ofelia was glad to show it.

She struck him again with her weapon, the tips of the blades scraping into his shield the way a knife is unto butter, and soon the runes started to dance again. Once more Ofelia cackled, so close and so happy. "I dream of nothing, little boy. Only screams, and you will soon dream the same."

hp 60
damage 5
charge 3 [ 1 ]

Sherry knew two things in this life anymore. One. She was bad at life. Two. Staying busy was a good thing, she mused as she wandered her way down to the training grounds. Training, extra duty, sleep when she could. Anything to help her think about not being so very bad at life. The only drawbacks to being a hunter and living on this island was the fact that extra options were a bit limited. Maybe she should take a few days and --

Her attention was jerked out of mindless rambles fast than a snake strikes. Seeing people she knew at the training grounds wasn't unusual. Seeing Ofie there even less unusual. But the glance in which her mind registered Ofelia also noticed something else. The hunter she was sitting on top of was Jake. Sherry's mind showed her images of the infirmary, and of Jake in a bed. That stupid little brat. Hadn't he learned?

Sherry didn't bother thinking about it, she simply moved closer to the pair. Her feet quickened as she moved closer and her mind registered the scene. Ofie had Jake pinned, and she was wailing on him. And she was laughing. A laugh that Sherry didn't like the sound of.

"Ofie?" Sherry called as she came even closer. Experience told her you don't mess with Ofelia the Sun. Instinct told her something about this spar was off. That's what it was, right? A spar? As Sherry pulled up beside the pair she paused for half a second...that laugh seemed off. Did the red-haired girl looked pleased?

"Ofelia?! What is going on?" Her eyes went from one hunter to the other. Something was off about the whole scene, and Ofie was obviously in control. Sherry's hand went out on instinct towards the Sun. "Ofie, stop!"

s**t s**t s**t s**t he was done for.
The other voice calling out Ofelia's name made him froze, and he willed himself to believe it was someone else. It was NOT her, this was NOT happening, but life was a cruel mistress, and he found himself turning his head, staring at a familiar pair of boots coming their way. DAMMIT ALL.

"S-Sherry, w-what the hell are you-"
His voice was caught in his throat as Ofelia struck out at her, charge just missing the life trainee, and he turned his attention back to the sun hunter, seething.

"Take one out, then the other."

Something inside him snapped, and using all the strength he had left, he shoved the hunter off him and had her pinned down instead, tonfas dangerously close to her face.

"DON'T. YOU. ********. TOUCH. HER."
With that, he brought the blade down.

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HP: 5/50
Action: Attacking
Result: 5 dmg

Jake was moving, attacking, and Ofelia couldn't have been more pleased. Had she purposefully eased up on him to get him to fight back or was she pleasantly surprised to see him take the chance to respond in her change of targets? It was hard to tell as he pinned her down, slashing futilely at her shield with his weak weapons, and the redhead cackled as she heard his words. Part of her wanted to taunt him out, to say more and everything about his sudden hypocrisy, but she couldn't. They were being interrupted again and the chill from battle set in once more.

The glaive, as it was pressed between the two of them, was suddenly grabbed by Ofelia's hand. It didn't take much for her to hold it and squeeze it, the weapon she carried able to be released since it was mounted to her fingers, and the woman looked up from beneath Jake at the interference. "Be a dear and stay out of this, would you? I will deal with you in a moment." The words were purred, harsh, and not at all in Ofelia's normal tone. Yes whatever was speaking had her voice but the accent and affection was nowhere to be found.

Ofelia released the weapon and at the same time struck up with her leg, driving her weight hard into Jake. He may have been heavier than she was, or stronger built, but Ofelia had far more experience in fighting. Jake only sparred with others here and maybe in the house (so the redhead assumed) and hardly ever had to learn to fight for his life. Ofelia intended to correct that mistake and as soon as she was free of Jake she instantly stabbed her weapon into his already weak and cracking shield. If she could have actually heard anything break it would be music to her ears but as it was the Sun Hunter settled for the welcoming sound of blade piecing flesh.

Yes, one done. "Yes." She repeated, and looked to Sherry. "One down."

hp 55
damage 9

Sherry stared. Wrong. So very wrong. The voice, the attitude. It wasn't Ofelia. Which didn't make sense, because it was. It wasn't a golem, either. Armagnac had tasted a familiar Fear when Ofelia touched her, and the woman under Jake was real. The glaive made certain to convey that much to Sherry while she raged about another hand on her, and about Sherry's actions.

The Life Trainee blinked and stumbled back half a step as the pair before her moved again, and Sherry had a clear view of Ofelia's weapon as it connected with Jake, and judging from what happened, Sherry had clearly stumbled upon the end of this fight.

One of them was going to kill the other. No questions as to who. And with the look Ofelia had just given her...Wrong. All of this. She didn't want to fight Ofie.

Armagnac agreed, but mostly with the fact that Sherry was putting her between Ofie and Jake again. "Ofelia, what's wrong?"

HP: 50/50
Target: Jake
Defending for: 3