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Dakota hissed as he felt the bullets hitting him! <******** hunters!

"STOP STOP STOP. There is no Dakota. There is no one here." He waved his hand down his body, "I AM WAR! DO not mistake me for anything less like you!"

Cymbeline's weapon crashed into Aymet, knocking him back a good distance. By the time he recollected his bones, the cackling horsewoman was nowhere to be found, moving far too fast to follow. He scrambled back to his original position in the chaos. All around them a cluster of students and horsemen alike had come to their respective aid. He could see Thackery, and Remi (on fire, he noticed warily), and Night, and so many others. And horsemen he had never seen before.

"Never touch her again," he snarled. The dracolich, still heavily shadowed, held one arm in front of Amrita protectively, watching Mengyao suspiciously until he finally hit the ground. This wasn't over.

He let his guard down a moment, just long enough for Amrita to start screaming behind him. At the same time, the last shreds of that illusion of invincibility fell. He felt weak. He didn't like feeling powerless. On one side, Amrita was being torn apart by the insanity Medea commanded. On the other, Mengyao rose almost zombified, some mindless beast.

Jack damn it.

There was no room for subtlety now. He had to go full dragon.

He did not remember anything.

There was no flash of recognition on his face, no touch of golden pride. Instead, his body twisted and contorted, shifted and shrieked and curled until it was a towering horse, a beast that crushed things underfoot. His golden eyes, now glowing a brilliant, unearthly shade of yellow, only took in that there were those that opposed Medea, those that wished to kill them.

Not if he killed them first.

Something struck his underside, and he let out a terrible whinny of anger, more of a screech than the pleasant sounds of a normal horse. He did not stop to see who had done it, however, his eyes already set upon someone else entirely -

A human.

A shriek of rage echoed from the horse's throat and then he was charging, his teeth snapping, hooves slamming into the ground, and in one swift jerk of his head, he'd scraped his teeth against the human's torso, trying to crush him between his massive jaws.

It appeared her tall, gold kin had something up his sleeve. Either that or Medea now had him up her destructive sleeve. It was both beautiful and grotesque watching him rise from where he lay, his mind lost to the fierce power that had brought him back. It was not Insanity, and while the potential delighted her, the disappearance of his… nobility, was like an insult. Medea had pushed them so far towards destruction, and now even her own people were starting to get warped by the lack of reason.

Cymbeline was twisted and warped already, by a power she had come to embrace inside her mind. A thousand voices were hers, screaming and laughing and crying. They swirled and rampaged, and the Protector had it in her mind to rampage just the same. Mengyao was no longer himself, but she was forever a hundred selves. She was a whole world contained inside one little mind.

And apparently, she had a challenge to accept.

Her laughter took on an eerie edge, just a small chuckle, and then herself underwent a change. Her flesh fell off her body like dry sand, revealing a deep black coat, stretched tight over heavy bones. And the gaunt and black horse, large even by normal standards, grew until it matched Mengyao in height. Wild-eyed with nostrils flaring, the giant beast struck it's hooves down, sending the weapons littering the battlefield flying.

Little white roaches were everywhere now, but it was that black beetle that held her attention.

She was under assault! Hit after hit left Shaheen grounded and surrounded by enemies, but still Medea's power called to her, lulled her into believing she was invincible.

Shaheen only smiled wildly, a feral grin. It didn't hurt. Nothing hurt.

She surged forward, and swung her sword again.

This time, he didn't just yelp, didn't duck and roll so much as he screamed. It was indelicate and yet, still, almost painfully feminine -- arms coming up to protect himself, as if that would help against trampling hooves and giant horse teeth.

Except, of course, that one of those arms held a stilleto dagger nearly a foot long, sharpened to a razor's point, that raked across the horseman's flank as he protected himself.

The screaming was pleasant. He liked the screaming; it made him remember that he was in his rightful place and that he was protecting the priestess by ridding the world of these pathetic little creatures.

Mengyao gave another shrieking whinny and tossed his head, his ghostly mane rippling behind him. One of his hooves shot out, slammed against the human.

Otto finally managed to shake off his dizziness, the head wound from that wild Horsewoman having been healed after a moment or two. Or more. Little did he know, in the span of his short state of unconsciousness, his girls had fallen and come back.

Allan was there, and that was a good sign. Nothing felt impossible when the positive, anime loving lunatic was around. Even defeating an unstable anomoly like Medea and her tears in time and space.

Otto found it difficult to be steady on his legs again, barely getting Tenya through the air to attack the Priestess.