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Again voices drifted by and Jerry stirred. He had dozed off again as he waited for his Fear Shield to help take away the sting of pain. He wasn't sure what was part of the dream or reality, but suddenly words registered, key words... GODZILLA and HOSTILE and arguments and tension...

It was a good thing that Roar was about as exhausted as the hunter, as he shot upright and the bazooka appeared, it was just one of the uninhabited cots beside the reptilian monster that was crumpled in a burst of green light and sound.

It wasn't until the dust was settling did he notice the faces of the other injured around him. "It was comin' right at us!" He slurred, half out of it still, in his defense.

The important thing was he was awake again.

Harrison narrowed his eyes, and looked sharply- as sharply as he could without turning too fast- at the other tent entrances.

A kid. He thought he'd recognized the girl in the fog. They were kids, their kids, or what was left of them, after they'd gotten all...blown up and foggyized.

"She shoulda made a different career choice," he muttered, keeping an eye out in case the other bastards were sneaking in here to pick them off while blabby looked scared and waved an olive branch.

Jude stumbled and tripped his way along up until he made it to the tent looking more than just a little bit ruffled up. As he pushed his way into the tent he looked around, "Oh, I see you all met Spike," he said his tone pretty much dry and deadpan as can be. He was a bit behind as to what was going on other than the air was tense and he knew the meeting was going along better than a family reunion in a soap opera (no one has discovered their evil twin yet, hopefully).

He kind of made his way to a spot he could rest on for the time being with a sigh. If he had to he'd help Bul out. Grudgingly. Since Bul helped him and ...

..Stuff.

Jerry dimly took things in until his brain caught up with his injuries and he hissed under the weight of Roar on his mangled shoulder. If Rep had put down his weapon.... He lowered the cannon, but it was a comforting weight on his lap. His hand shook as he pushed his glasses up his nose. A common enemy? It was complicated, too complicated for comprehension just then, but he was catching up. "If it is a trap, we have a hostage in any case."

Roar kept his glowing green eyes aimed on Bul.

leon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Jude's statement. hat made two so far. "You're not joking, eh Jude, Gale, Deryk?" the life hunter drawled out, mulling it over in his head glumly.

It took all of ten seconds before he lurched up and slowly walked over to the half beast, clenching his side at the effort used to do so. "And you, we have your oath that you aren't here to attack/ trick us right now?" he asked in a serious, stone faced and everything.

If they were having this much trouble with it and so were the nasty creatures from Amity, a common enemy and extra resources for dealing with it wouldn't be half bad.

Plus a chance to see their fighting capabilities not from an enemy perspective.... it was a once in a blue moon chance.

"Swear it by god or you'll be leaving here in pieces, evaporated pieces if need be.

As much as he just wanted to keep faking unconsciousness, Robert's curiosity got the best of him. Everyone was acting like they'd just let a leper into the tent.. which made him guess there was a monster in the midst. So he opened just one eye, and took a peek.

Then he closed it.

Yup. That was a monster. Nasty looking one too, why couldn't one of the girls come and wave the white flag?

Still, he almost felt sorry for the kid. The hunters were acting like his friend, for common interests, and all that. But the moment a superior sauntered into the room, that spiky lizard was headed to the weapons chamber.

Robert's face returned to peaceful 'sleep'. Like hell was he getting reprimanded for playing sympathetic.

Matt didn't really know what was going on outside of the tent and didn't really have the time to stick his head out and check. Not that he wanted to admit that his skills with the spear were not his particular best at the moment but something about the tent was rather comforting leaving whatever was outside undesired.

It reminded him of a job he never had gotten to.

"Bandages! Bandages! Who needs some help or maybe an Aid kit?"

Rep wanted to sit down again, pretty ******** badly. But he didn't, it was about presenting a strong front to the enemy. So he stayed standing, leaning just a bit heavier than usual on Tracey's handle. He didn't make any more threats though just narrowed his eyes at the death hunters assuring them that the lizard thing wasn't a threat. It bothered him, as far as he was concerned everything from that ******** world was an absolute threat, an unnatural thing that deserved nothing more than a weapon embedded in their head.

Cael had helped a bunch of the freaks? That was what he could gather from the fact that this guy had seen Cael subdue the fog yet was back here. Unless he'd dissapated, though it hadn't really been phrased that way. He frowned deeply.

Jordan though made him raise a brow at his train of thought - he'd been listening at the lecture after the attack on the horsemen and acutely remembered the description of the nature of cores. When your job was destruction you took a very special interest in the weaknesses of your enemies. Repeated destabilisation of their cores caused s**t to go wrong right? He could hardly remember. Still, if they had no place to recover and were just dying left and right, that would explain perhaps why so many of the ******** things were going insanity mode.

"Which is ******** stupid given the nature of this s**t."