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Mark basically squealed like a small child as the horsemen decided on their own plans, dropping the now broken laptop and scurrying as far as the perimeter would let him, which was for the record, very far since the spikes had been destroyed.

In response to the horsemen's effort and their Fear, the dais, the three platforms underneath everyone began to rotate. Two of them clicked as they aligned together, forming one half of a sigil that looks suspiciously like a doorway. The other half was still a jumble of gilded gold that needed to be unlocked. Words started to play on the surface of the unscrambled platform, in a language only the horsemen could read.

Hesitation leads to in-completion. The petals too faded away.

Eris's would feel the Insanity grow stronger within her until it made her blood churn, boil. Power. Bloodlust. It nearly overwhelmed her. That was right, Medea was nothing. She was War, she was power, she was what mattered. Her figure began to distort and waver dangerously as she listened to the Insanity underneath, cracks forming along the surface of her skin, colour turning grey.

'cOMe HoME wiTH uS and We WiLl GivE yoU neW TOys'

That's right, she could go Home.

Nevada rolled her shoulders, sweating rolling between her shoulders as she covered her eyes. "They're attacking the older hunters." God it looked like a blood bath down where a lot of older hunters were positioned.

"What do we do...What should we do?"

Dakota could see it. he didn't even have to know that the horsewoman was there. And he was...always had been drawn to war. he looked at Robert and nodded his head at the war heir. "We don't have a lot of time and it looks like the crazy just popped in war. Wanna help me out?" And then he was off towards the horseman.

"Eris." The hunter looked at her and smiled sadly. "Seriously nothing personal. You were my fave of the heirs. But you're gonna hurt a lot of my friends so I think its best to put you down babe."

HP: 60/60
Target: Eris
Damage: 3
Charges: 3/3

Eris was going berserk. That, in itself, was alarming in light of recent events. If insanity went too far, Aisa would lose Eris entirely.

As grey patches overtook Eris, Aisa had difficulty making it to that side of the battlefield in time. By the time she did appear, it was almost alarmingly.. too late? No. Eris would soon find herself enveloped in Aisa's embrace. Eris and Aisa had talked about this once before.. and Aisa could guess what path Eris might take. Her lips brushed against War's red hair, the color of the horsemen's blazing passion, her hand running over Eris's previously injured wing. She pressed a kiss to that spot, whispering into Eris's ear in all the chaos.

The words she had never said at their last meeting because the crossroad had never needed to be crossed.. until now.

"Eris, only believe in what you choose. Even though we hold onto us four, you're of War. I am of Death. I'll choose Medea but there is no need for you to do the same."

Aisa would always choose Medea, Death.

"But don't lose yourself to insanity, darling. Dont cease to be-- You proved yourself to insanity once before, did you not?"

Aisa's hands wrapped around Eris's waist with a tightening grip, never to let go.

Ofelia finally decided that maybe instead of just standing around and staring she ought to move and try and help attack or defend. One of the more important-pony-people looked like something was going wrong, something like what had happened before, and the redhead decided that maybe it was still a bit too early to die.

Bracing herself, with Rue still out and now humming a tune, Ofelia charged at one of the heirs. Or whatever. Her blades barely did any damage when she finally got close enough but at the very least it was a start.

Better to let the Hunters get out there and deal damage rather than let the trainees get hurt, right? Though Mark running off like a little girl was really annoying.

hp 60
target eris
damage 3
charge 1 [ - ]

"She is not," said Gale testily, though he was blushing fire engine red to the roots of his white and blonde hair. "my girlfriend. Kindly get that through your head, Jake Cross, or you'll be on pod duty for the next ten months."

Not that he would have minded being Stormy's gi - now was not the time to think about those sorts of things.

<< You're pathetic. >>

Shut up.

But Stormy's words suitably shut him up.

It took Gale only a few moments to find where they were, dusting sand across his boots as he jogged towards the few of them. He smacked Jake on the back of his head, though there was a faint pink tinge to his cheeks, his hand moving to the other's shoulder as though thanking him. He went over to Stormy, but didn't touch her, just knelt beside her.

"It's okay, you know," he said quietly. "to be scared, I mean. It's okay. And you're okay."




[ HP: 60/60
Target: N/A
Damage: N/A
Charge: 3/3 - 0/2
Runics: Chains, Trapping Gun ]

Pain.

And the a stutter, in the midst of it, a lurch that made her realize that a.) she might be about to throw up and b.) there was a her and, furthermore, a stomach to throw up. She swallowed bile as the sands cleared again and the world dissolved into chaos.

But she had her target. The Horseman - the b***h - who had taunted them all, who had injured her so grievously in the Haunted House so long ago. And further back, even - this was a grudge that went back to the Trials, when she had had no idea what Horsemen or even Hunters were. This was pure, heedless vengeance.

... Not that she had any hope of getting a good hit in, with the flurry of Hunters and even the other Horseman clustered around her, but she lunged and felt the simultaneous jolt of Kouki's blade catching in flesh and the serpent-sword's hiss of delight.

HP: 50/50
Damage: 2
Target: Eris
Charge: 1/3
Items: Runic Bandages, Trap Gun