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Lifen all but tripped in to the area, her short legs trying to keep up with the strides of the taller members of the other horsemen and women she had followed through the portal. She make it look like she had done that though, dusting off her dress and walking up along side Mengyao and the dark skinned Priestess that Soren had taken a small fancy too when they were together.

Giving her a quick look over softly, she attempted to award the woman a smile before summoning her weapon and following suit, hoping that the arrow would let fly and hit it's target, uncertain from all the obvious ******** that was suddenly happening around her.

"Shoot." Is all she could say, uncertain as to where the arrow flew.

It had taken forever for this to happen, the build up to his first mission and it wasn't just any mission. It was an all out siege on the island. from the very start things where bad. Crystals where corrupting the hallways of the dorms leaving some hunters trapped. His own weapon was quickly summoned as he cleaved his way past some of the smaller crystal creatures. It did little as they got back up.

<< Where are you going!? >>

"The jungle! Rep and Harrison are out there I can't just leave them you know Rep has no weapon and I heard someone saying that's where this all started!" He slammed shoulder first into a door, the blessing of a fear shield making the impact a dull thump compared to what he was likely to feel later as he started booking it to the jungle a small tac-bag on his hip filled with bandages.

Not long later he burst into the camp grounds of the zenquest group. His eyes darting about for any sign of his two friends before landing on the red head himself.

"Son of a b***h, Rep! REP!" The shorter boy sprinted over rolling out bandages awkwardly, "Sit down. Where's Harrison, what the hell is going on!?" He ducked behind the tree winding the runic bandages around the others wounds.

<< I can feel them, everywhere there's too many you need to stick close to him I don't know how long we can stay out here... >> The weapon did not sing, she didn't say much at all but worry lurked in her every word.

"Shits gone down back at the HQ as well, its... it's everywhere." His eyes darted about, "We need to get out of here their pushing really hard at the labs, and just... ******** Rep what do we do? Please tell me they gave you Tracey back please

"Sort of." he had offered Petra in reply for her request. It wasn't a lie really, he was sort of okay. Presuming no one else saw him. He was about to say more, to tell her that he didn't actually have a weapon but she efficiently charged off to assault one of the students nearby. A good offence was a good defence.

Watching Petra go the redhead outright flinched in surprise as someone yelled nearby, his immediate assumption being that it was another creature out to try and murder him like the last. It took him a moment to realise, no, that was his name and it was definitely human. His relief at Ro's arrival was enormous, actually glad to see the newbie and also to hear the update on the status of HQ.

At his question however, Rep could only laugh. "Hahah, that'd be right. No I don't have ******** Tracey, I'm still gimped, you learn pretty fast out here they don't give a s**t about you or if you die or not. I did punch a ******** monster though." He looked pleased with that.

"Ta for the bandage." This, as far as he was concerned, was a mission. He didn't do stubborn p***k mode as readily when lives were riding on the line.

Even as her axes failed to deal true damage she was readying another pair the simple black handles and silver blades appearing in her hands as she turned for another attack.

But it seemed a hunter had other plans.

Before he could land an attack the horsewomen turned sideways avoiding his lunge, "Very well Hunter. You have your challenge."

(Enter!)

And just like that, her target was gone. Snapping her head around, she looked for Mei through the crowd as she shoved herself forcefully to her feet, whirling in place, Cain arcing in a blur of silver. Only when it was clear that she had escaped, or at least had been veiled by the masses of students and horsemen whom just seemed to appear, all trying to destroy the barrier. Again, Petra growled, this time the sound rising, until she was practically screaming. In a fit of anger, the Death trainee brought her mace down hard into the dirt, clods of wet earth thrown by the force of the impact.

'Calm yourself. Find another target.'

Petra only took half his advice. Lifting her eyes, she searched for the flaming red hair that gave Rep away, scanning the battle for him. She was almost relieved to find him where he had been before, this time accompanied by another hunter, smaller than himself. Not bothering to waste any time with a jog, she sprinted towards them. Where she would have been curious at any other moment, in this one, Petra looked completely unperturbed at the sudden appearance of this new hunter, instead looking over Roland with a purely analytical stare.

"Are you a Moon Hunter?"

He wasn't. She didn't even wait for a reply, taking note of his jacket and scowling, her eyes refocusing on the battle. On one hand, she didn't like the thought of leaving Rep without a weapon to fend for himself. Maybe there was still some Moon training left in her after all. More than likely she just kind of liked Rep, especially after what they had just been through. Regardless, it put her in a situation; she didn't really want to abandon him without knowing a moon hunter had his back. A Mist could do but, she'd never seen this trainee before. He was probably new. She would have felt a lot better if Harrison had Rep's back, at least she knew he was competent. He also happened to have some stock in the Sun hunter's survival.

Flying through the air was not Alex's idea of a good time. None of this was. As he landed in a silent heap on the ground he just laid there for a time. Not moving, still as a corpse.

And then his body shuddered, almost violently as he rolled over onto his hands and knees, his eyes clenched shut tight against the tears that threatened to overcome him. He had been so close. So jacking close! A fist rose up into the air, then drove back down into the ground.

So close....

Yin...

Slowly his eyes opened, red rimmed, his face haggard, his body beaten and battered and bloody. Slowly he rose to his feet to see where it was that he had ended up, only to be greeted by sights of hunters, students, and horsemen alike, all waging a bloody battle. Back in the jungle. Back at the bloody jacking beginning.

Weak, he felt weak. With a glance upwards, he caught sight of a shard and reached up to snag it out of the air, absorbing it's fear. Better...that was slightly better.

He needed to go back. Needed to get back to the infirmary...but time! Did he have time to do such a thing? His head turned back in that direction, his expression no less then devastated. No, he did not have the time to go. And there was a battle to be won here still, he could see that. None of them could leave if this area wasn't secured.

With a low growl, he turned his head back towards the barrier, red tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. But the others..somebody surely was their, freeing the stolen students now. He had to believe that. He had to make sure they had a way of escape when they got here.

Switching off his emotions, shoving them all down in a deep dark place, he decided to stay and help.

Of course he was fresh out of the pod. Of ******** course.

Petra stared hard at Roland for a good five seconds, making no attempt to hide that she was sizing him up, and not in a very kindly way either. Her midnight blue eyes were icy and cold as she listened to his speech, making no move to disrupt him but clearly disapproving with her eyes. Not because of the sentiment; although his gooey center was certainly nothing she admired, certainly not in a battle where not only their lives, but all of Deus hung in the balance, it was mostly the fact that he was not only new, but extremely green to this whole process that was frustrating her. It wasn't his fault of course, he hadn't chosen to be released from the pods a few weeks before apparently all of demon kind decided to descend on the HQ of the only force that could protect human kind, but that made no difference. Right now, he was useless, no, less than useless to her; he was a liability, and she'd had enough experience with newbies to know she hated taking care of them.

Especially if they were sentimental.

"I know, that's why I asked if you were a Moon," she snapped, tearing her eyes off him momentarily to look around. More monsters had shown up, and as of yet, she'd only seem Roland and Deryk who weren't from Killzone's ZenQuest group. This wasn't good; they were losing ground, and while the barrier seemed mostly unaffected for now, it wouldn't stay that way. Not if they were overrun. They had to pick them off, NOW, before there became too many of them. She wasn't a leader, she had absolutely no interest in being a leader, just as acutely as she didn't want to be responsible for this green little trainee, but they needed to get their s**t together.

She could only hope Killzone would give them directions. But he seemed preoccupied at the front line.

Turning her attention back to the other two as Rep spoke, she gave the scottish man a hard, searching stare. "You'll assume responsibility for the novice?" she questioned, carefully reaffirming his responsibility for Roland. God she loved Rep right now in such a nonsexual way. She'd seen enough in the last 24 hours to trust him in a battle; holding hands and sharing hellish stories of their past had a way of doing that to a person. She had no doubt he could beat the s**t out of a monster with or without a weapon, it was his FEAR shield which had concerned her. With Roland there, and Rep taking care of Roland, that worked out perfectly. Giving her back her peace of mind for her moral obligations was the best gift anyone could have given her at that moment, save a button which could suddenly explode every single monster in the entire ******** planet. And since Life hadn't yet designed that, she'd settle for this. As it was, Petra was already backing away from them, her eyes flicking over her shoulder back towards the chaos.

"Contact me should you need assistance. If I feel my phone buzz, I'll make some assumptions. Yell if need be. I won't be far."

Reaching into the pocket of her coat and tossing one of her bandages at Roland, she pointed Cain's tipped edge at the Mist hunter.

"Don't die."

[[ ash is entering ]]

Ash stepped through the gate. While the voices were patient, pleased by the fact that they were here, they were so close to it-- He could still tell that they were chomping at the bit to get further. To get closer.

Closer to home.

Disregarding any and all others, students and hunters alike, he made his way towards the calling of home. He was stopped short by a wall, invisible as it was. His contact with it was painless, but it held firm against his push.

Bearing down, Ash dropped his blade to push against it, snarling with fury with the voices.

They were SO CLOSE.

WE CAN TASTE IT. HOME.

It did not give. He raised a bare fist up against it, pounding on it without a sound, his snarling growing in volume.

"WE ARE DISPLEASED," the normally soft-spoken Reaper bellowed, his voice ragged and disjointed. "WE MUST PASS."

Slowly, Ashford picked up his weapon-- and started to strike at the invisible wall with it, howling in fury as each attempt failed.