Welcome to Gaia! ::

If they took her down, maybe this could end, and the world wouldn't. Jordan gritted his teeth and ducked through the knots of individual battles to go after Medea herself. She was the one who had warped everything, and she was the one who was raising the horsemen into horrifying giant forms. She had to go down.

The lashing edges of the red and black energies pouring off the once-priestess stung, but they were still okay. Ferros rumbled with satisfaction at the taste of Fear. In the chaos of the mission (S-class missions, always ******** bad news, they could agree on that without any words having to be exchanged), working together was familiar and satisfying. They swung again, the hammer's head connecting solidly with a deep-red tendril.

Well, Deus Ex had found Medea. Cool. Mission accomplished?

The powerful, chilling voice reached her: "Your time is over." Blood boiled in Hanna's ear, threatening to burst through her eardrums. She refused to be undone, refused to falter -- not when she had just gotten back what had been lost. Fear shook every inch of her, and in spite of what she thought of as considerable mental resolve, Hanna felt immobilized, incapable of attack. She stood there dumbly, trembling, and fighting against the Fear that restrained her.

The beginning of the battle was a blur, marked by pain and then the eventual saving force of the Sun lead -- a bright burst of life that dissipated the paralyzing fear that Medea was pulling out of Hanna. It was not the same empty power she had felt as an Ancient, but more... human. That was perfectly acceptable at this moment.

Her twin blade was heavy in her hands and, with a cry of something like determination, Hanna slashed outward, hoping to make a mark. Instead, the Death Hunter struck nothing but air, stumbling forward in the process. <********," she swore, like a lady.

Amory struck the barrier and, all at once, Ever changed -- a rolling change that turned his white coat black, wove feathers into the tangled tumble of his hair, and darkened his eyes into a sharper focus. No longer was he a hunter trainee; instead he was a Horseman of Death, and as he turned, cape twisting about him in a heavy, mottled, matted mess, he was filled with a brand new purpose.

Why had he been attacking Medea when so clearly he should be defending her?

And so he stooped: scooped up the nearest weapon, eyes locking on the nearest white coat, and launched himself toward Hanna

When Jordan struck out again, trying to shake the moths loose, trying to do enough damage to do something, Ferros lodged and stuck into red and black, and they barely had time to register that Ferros was charged and also that the distorted Fear had come vining rapidly up and over the weapon, too fast to escape. The Distortion engulfed them.

When it released them, they were different, Jordan tall and sharp-edged and golden-eyed, dressed in elegant silken robes, Ferros become more a spear than a hammer; they looked back at Medea, understanding now; she was right, and she had always been right. The moths fluttered out and away from him, and he smiled indulgently as they left. What pretty creatures.

Somehow, somewhere, the bugs had either dissipated, been crushed, or simply moved on to another target. Cami couldn't help but be glad about it and decided that maybe, shooting while down on one knee was a good idea. Was it because it made her a smaller, less aggressive-looking target?

You bet your sweet a** it was.

It meant that when a sweet a** in purple crossed her path Cami whooped with exultation. "Maebe baby!" Everything was again wonderful, perfect, with Otto and Maebe both surrounding her. Using the power of their friendship, their unspoken care for one-another, she fired towards Medea again.

[ Bradley ]

His head pounded and he swayed. The voice boomed in his head again and he really wished it would be quiet. But he had a job to do. He had to protect his own. He had to turn those hunters back into being.

He turned and pointed the sword at them.