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Shaheen shuddered as her Gold Kingdom self fought against the Insanity that had overcome her. It was so confusing, finding herself like this, not knowing how it had happened or why she rode upon the mount that she did.

But the blade in her hand was still familiar, and she knew that by attacking, she was still doing her Emporer's bidding. Casting him another golden eyed look, forcing herself to gaze upon him and make sure he was not about to order her to stand down, she shuddered again, and turned, letting the voices control her once more.

The blade glowed in her hand again, though this time it was a golden hue that traveled along the blades length, giving it Fear imbued power.

With a wild cry, her mount darted forward, and she pierced the enemy with her sword, thrusting it forward in a two handed grip.

She had never been loyal to Death or Charon. She wasn’t even necessarily loyal to Medea. In the end, the little bluebird would always be loyal to herself, and if her goals aligned with someone else then so be it. But out of instinct for obeying orders she heeded Charon’s first command by coming to a full, graceful stop. Out of respect for the Ancient of Death, Jay stood patiently as she continued to listen. She blinked as shades of violet blurred her vision. A world filled with harmony, coexistence. Was this truly the kind of world that Death and his subordinates were seeking?

Her face contorted with disdain. A time for fear to be extinguished? Without fear, without pain they were nothing. Halloween denizens and horsemen alike would cease to exist without this human emotion. Of all ways to die, she refused to disappear peacefully and quietly. If anything, she would go down with a fight, shouting and screaming.

“Equals with humans? With the rest of Halloween, perhaps, but never hunters.” So lowly. So beneath me. Wings tucked neatly behind her, Jay summoned a wide array of knives. Turquoise eyes were steel cold as she aimed her blades and—

Paused, staring at the tiny target that was Charon amongst the other horsemen. She clicked her tongue, trying her best to aim with care, but utterly failing.

Driven back again, Shaheen turned on her mount and flew right back into it, wings spread behind her as fog rolled off of her form in continuous wisps and streams. In one hand, her short sword, and in the other, a second blade appeared, this one a match to her appearance, this one with colorful gems adorning it's hilt.

Shaheen stood up on the back of her mount, with one slash falling from her own natural blade and a second with the one of insanity quickly after, her attacks absolutely relentless, her purpose so driven that she would happily see herself take Charon down single handily if need be. Everyone else faded into the background, just more white noise to join the whispers.

"MISS SHAHEEN. PLEASE STOP. YOU ARE NOT YOURSELF," she cried, running towards the woman on her beast. It almost hurt to see Shaheen cloaked in the wrap she'd created for the woman. She knew Shaheen was ... bloodthirsty, to say the least, but she never thought the woman would be driven to such madness. Was it by insanity, or her own creation?

Unfortunately, tiny Ying was no match for the speed of Shaheen's insanity mount.

A voice cut through the fog, one that screamed at her to stop. She wasn't herself? She felt movement, air, not much but enough. Enough to pull her attention elsewhere if only for a moment. She still stood upon her mount, towering over all else. She still held two swords in her hands, though one began to fade away, returning to the fog from which it had formed. Her mount stalked towards the one who had yelled at her.

"We are exactly who we have always been. Shaheen, General for the Emperor Mengyao" Her voice didn't sound like her voice, an eerie hiss, distorted, nothing quite right about it.

Her mount stalked towards the small woman, and Shaheen dropped down, her hand gripping the insanity creatures neck as she spun around, slashing out with her sword, a warning blow.

She finished her rotation and landed back where she had started, in her seat on the mounts back. "Stay out of our way!" She hissed again, glowing eyes narrowing.

After the small attack from the feathers, Aeron moved to rush Charon, drawing his sword with a stoic expression. He drove it deep into the fear, a small smile of a successful hit creeping from his features. For just a moment a warrior's look played on his features before burying itself deep again under the neutral expression.

The hit to Charon though cost him and he huffed as his hand shook from the impact.

Aeron didn't bother the two warriors from fighting each other, while Ying and Shaheen were distracted with themselves, he had continued his attack on Death.

Somewhere his mind whispered it was wrong, but the other wanted so badly for change. Rebirth. He wanted to start over again, better. Newer.

[ Hamika & Phymi ]

Phymi, what are you doing? Phymi! She could see, just barely, out of her shadow-self's robes. She could see the horseman in front of them, she could see the other horsemen fighting around her, and she could see them beating the ever living snot out of him. Phymi was posed to the same, regardless of the protests she gave.

It was futile, really. To argue when it was so much safer within the mirror. Hamika could wallow in her self loathing and fall to pieces, without ever having to see the light of day. Phymi would fight and win battles for her, Phymi would bring honor to her clan. Phymi, Phymi, Phymi.

Not Hamika.

"Now now, Hamika... rest, relax, just watch as we truly make history of ourselves. Or myself, really." The small horseman shadow lunged and landed a kick at Charon's foot, barely. Hmm. This body was not used to being used, it seemed. Hamika was still fighting it most likely. How unfortunate for her...