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Thankfully Nefertari's flight path kept her out of the shockwave. However it did cause her to take a hit from the hunter's weapon. The sting hurt and she immediately felt the effects. She didn't take damage from the hit, no she took damage from hitting the ground. However she quickly rebounded. Now it was her turn.

HP: 23, 1 damage taken from hunter

Sammy grinned wide at the mention of the Festival. "So you sneaky bastards have been hopping onto our side of the fence too now?" She swung again shrugging, "I hear you mortals like to celebrate the dead. Really odd considering how much you hate us around these parts." Again she continued to snap her fists out.

"Look like you? Convience, you ever try and fit a dragon into a house? It's a real pain you know, best to shrink em down small enough to fit." She tapped a skull pin on her belt. "Lil bit of Halloween magic you wouldn't really understand."

She tsked at the rotting remark moving in closer to blow the mortal a kiss, "Dear, my friends don't mind especially my Ghoulfriend when we shack up in my bed at night." She said it in the most sickeningly sweet voice as she leaned in grinning all the while. Mortals where fun to tease. She just wished this one would sit still and let her hit it....

Danny's eyes blurred a little bit, but she smiled at Colette nonetheless. "No you look awful!" she said with a laugh. It was a meaningless teenage joke, but it really showed how little Danny cared for her own personal health.

A small, orange pumpkin pill was placed in her hands. Danny looked up at her black-haired pretty ghoul friend. She ... she cared that much? Danny looked back at the pill, and then back to her friend. Did this mean ... they were ... friends?



FRIENDSHIPPPPPPPPP. Danny greedily swallowed the pill down, and immediately she began to feel even the tinsiest bit better. "COLETTE," she said. Danny stood up and grabbed the ghoul in a grapple hug. "COLETTE, WE'RE FRIENDSSSSSS."

((HP: 30/30))

"Guilty I took a few field trips here in the past, mostly by accident actually, someone keeps leaving these lovely little pendants on our side laying about to just... hop on over ya know?" She shrugged spinning about fist lazily slinging about. "Actually we take them from you because you fear them our world is built on what you don't like plus a few personal touches." She shrugged, "Mortal FEAR builds our world, and we build on top of that." She did have a point, "Dun know I'll ask a dragon later when I'm done with you."

She laughed as the girl seemed to shrink a bit, was that a look of sickness on her face? Oh yes it was! It was so cute seeing how she seemed to flinch at the idea of herself and a ghoulfriend having relationships.

"Really it's not that bad." She plucked at her cheek the skin felt clammier then usual, something was off. Too much time in the human world it seemed. "She might fuss a little right now but usually I'm in much better... shape."

And it would be his luck that just as he landed, that shockwave also hit - knocking him to the ground with a sharp cry. Jacking hell, did they even have a chance of winning this, or was it all rigged?!

(( Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
HP: 28
Effect: Prone XD ))

The action was performed in a single, smooth motion. Red stepped to the right as she swung her flamethrower up in an arc to the left, the blue flame burning the net that headed towards her in an instant. The action did not come easily; the werewolf had trained for months, working with her weapon and listening. Her body suit hid the burn scars that were still fading from the flesh on her arms and body. Every squeeze of the trigger pulled Fear from her body, and Red had still not adjusted to it. Her lack of Fear was obvious: from her sickly skin to extended leave of absence, Red was not meant to have that weapon and it showed.

Yet she and it were an unbreakable pair, training from gloom rise to moonrise nonstop. Both of then had to; it was the only way. And their practice was paying off. A smile smile crossed Red's lips briefly as they shared a private joke at Candace's expense, her expression shifting into a snarl of rage as Caelius continued the assault.

Automatically Red crossed the flamethrower in front of her, wincing visibly as the Death Hunter's weapon bit deep into the metal. She shook him off, her free hand inspecting the gun as she kept her eyes on him. The wince and expression of pain wasn't hidden as her fingers dipped into the gouge Caelius' scythe left behind, nor did she bite back the curse she spat.

The werewolf swore again as Levi came flying at them. She lowered her weapon and turned, trying to put Levi between herself and her own weapon as they collided.

But now she had her hands full. "Stay away from him!" She snarled picking Levi up with one arm while jumping to avoid the shockwave. The unfortunate ghoul was then shoved out of the way -- unfortunately, Red was too busy to be gentle right at this moment.

HP: 136/150

The flamethrower shook in her hands. Was it from exertion? Rage? Fear? It was difficult to tell, and no one could say for sure as Red kicked at Caelius's scythe, forcing it off. The resulting gash threw light up and into her face, gleaming brightly off of her fangs as she spat at Caelius in fury. "Enough of this! This ends now!"

The final word was punctuated by the flat of her hand hitting the side of her weapon, the dull thud! lost to the chaos of the battle. Then it happened again and again. Each successive hit caused the weapon to burn brighter, the glow reaching a point of blinding before Red raised the weapon and pointed it at Caelius.

It happened in the moment of a couple seconds. Red's shoulders were squared, chin held high as she confidently stared down her opponent. "This all ends here, Caelius," she said loudly, her voice ringing and echoing off of the canyon walls. "Goodbye."

She pulled the trigger.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Her sickly pale skin became even paler as the realization sank in. A new emotion settled in, and for the first time in her life she tasted the very thing she created: fear. "No," she whispered as a tremble began in the hand that clenched her flamethrower tightly. The tremble increased, her eyes going wide as she took one, two steps back. She lurched forward suddenly as her foot struck the edge of the wide ledge they were standing on, her attention removed from her opponent to glance down at the dark abyss that she nearly fell into. "No, no! It's not supposed to be like this!" Red cried out, panic tightening her voice as she responded to a voice only she could hear.

Red's arm quickly moved away from her as she moved to throw her weapon over the edge she very nearly backed over, a wail tearing from her throat. Her weapon had fused itself to her; no amount of shaking would remove it. "No! NO! I won't -- you can't -- STOP!" She cried out, despair tightening her voice as she tried to pry her fingers off.

But her fingers were gone. There was no hiss, no sizzle as the weapon began to visibly absorb her. She clawed desperately at the weapon, trying to separate it from her to no avail. The air rippled around her as she summoned her Fear, shifting from her human-like form into her true form: a large, bipedal white werewolf.

The wolf jaws opened and lunged forward, clamping down on her arm. She tore at herself, her white fur soon stained into a deep vibrant red as she tried to chew her own arm off.

The sickening snap of her jaws successfully chewing through her own arm never came. One moment she was there; the next moment her entire form shifted and wavered, disintegrating into a fine dust of Fear particles that were absorbed quickly by the weapon.

In a heartbeat the weapon clattered to the ground, burning brightly with the intense glow that Red had sought mere moments before. The glow surrounded the weapon and pulsed with the overload of Fear, burning those that dared get too close to it. A thin layer of frost began to stretch out from the weapon, chilling the immediate area.

The weapon was the only indication that Red was in the area. The stone beneath the weapon was discolored by her blood -- the price Red paid to free herself, and yet it was not enough.

Red was gone.

((rolling and calculatiing))

((......oops.. 12 6 sided... no... wrong... OTL))