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There was a brilliant sword on the battle field. Shun normally wouldn't be bothered but something about that was agitating him. His normally clear mind began to cloud with thoughts and urges of intense violence. An incredible blood lust began to well up.

While the insanity horse was busy trying to kill the hunter laying prone on the ground, he lashed out in a frenzy, slicing away at the fog several times with his blades.

Aymet had turned into a giant dragon for her. Someone had turned into moths, Mengyao was now a giant horse, the Famine Heir had turned into a massive horse as well, and things kept popping up everywhere. This place was confusing, and disorienting, and yet, somewhere deep in her core, she loved every moment of it.

Okay, perhaps she didn't love getting stomped on by a massive horse, or getting attacked by a second, but she--

The thought died in her mind as something was summoned to the field. Something bright, and dangerous - she felt the parasite in her core grow agitated and, naturally, the feeling passed onto her easily.

She turned back to the Horsewoman the group had been attacking - watching for one amused moment as little Taima tried to tear her limb from limb. Amrita approved, and showed such by helping her out - namely, forcing a pair of bloody claws through the horsewoman's chest.

The gun fired off again, landing in his wings and making the horseman growl in frustration.

Suddenly he was engulfed in light and war faded into a very tired, VERY ALARMED MOON HUNTER.

He stared at Lex...punched him in the face and then looked at his hands.

"THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY ******** UP s**t GOING ON RIGHT NOW." Dakota rubbed his face clear of the mental damage and looked up at the giant ponies raging around on the field.

And he stared and he stared and he stared.

And maybe threw a rock.

Bigger problems? Confused, Thackery followed Remi's gaze, and immediately was not confused any more. That was sort of hard to miss.

"Ummmm...." He shrank away from the giant pony, ears pinned back against his head. "Maybe Aymet'll keep it away from everyone, and...um..."

There were more giant ponies. Why was there more giant ponies?

They were, at least, leaving them alone for the most part, as far as he could tell - it was the smaller ones that were still focused on hurting Amrita like the scary red one had. Remi was working to defend her, which made sense, because he was strong.

Thackery knew he was not very strong at all, but he could at least try to keep Remi safe in the meantime.

"I'll watch out for you!" he assured him, and set out to do exactly that.

Cami had been having a good dream. Or was it a bad dream? Sometimes the shades were so close to the edge that it was impossible to tell if the dream had been good or bad but everyone she cared about was there. Perhaps that was why it had been so dissonant? Her blood conflicted with her heart and warned her of a turmoil that was brewing, a storm on the horizon, something so complicated and dangerous she couldn't step out of the way.

It was what she woke up to, to be sure. Allen was standing over the fallen Hunters as a barrier was thrown down, directing Moons right and left. One was asking her if she was alright to which she simply raised an eyebrow and said something incredibly direct and pithy in Spanish. Wearing all white, covered in blood, laying near-dead in the middle of a battlefield?

Yeah, no, she was peachy.

Maebe had a Moon administering aid to her as well and poor Cami's heart broke seeing it. It was her fault, all her fault, for not being strong enough to get the job done before she'd fallen. Scanning the battlefield she saw another blond head, one just as infinitely dear to her, and she called out. "OTTO!" Struggling to her feet the redhead hoped that no one would pay her too much attention as she struggled to reach his side. "This place is ******** insane!" Understatement was an art and Cami? An artist.

The flash of light, the rise of giant horsemen around them, all of it had managed to steal away Hadiyya's attention from the battle itself. For precious moments she had been useless, but all at once that changed.

She had been unaware of being infected, too much had been happening, but now, as Excalibur materialized on the battlefield, the djinn knew something was not right.

Her blood seemed to boil, temperature running hot. Glowing eyes turned from the Death pony she'd attacked, and onto Amrita before snapping aggressively up towards the towering monstrosity that the downed conquest royal had become.

Her grin was fierce, and it looked completely alien on that pretty face. She struck out, water sharpened, elongated into a spear that was launched at the center of the giant beast.

Surprisingly strong and painfully thin fingers closed around Ever's arm, dragging him upright and slapping a bandage on his arm as he did so, someone at least apparently not fooled by the act. Taym did not break stride, more or less dragging the trainee to his feet, and the gold filigree coiling around the dark edges of Fionnghal's blade and gilding her graceful antlers stretched and changed and crept outwards, embroidering around runes and curling around the gleaming eyes inset in the deer-head hilt, and she looked, for once, as impressive as Taym had always wanted her to. He did not notice. His eyes were set, grim and determined, on Medea, and he let Ever go but he barked an order: fight, he said.

(He had died once already today; another was no hardship: Excalibur thrummed promises of greatness in the back of his head and somewhere in the chaos of the fight and the chaos inside Taym's head was the chant of Sacrifice, Sacrifice, Sacrifice.)

Since no other moths had come to play, Night moved up Aymet's tail, using the dragon as his lift over to the two pony like titans and dropping on Cym's back, hitting her with his green Aura.

He could feel his body going into a frenzy, like he was agitated. Kill. Kill them all.