Aymet felt something pulling at him, pulling him way too close to that pit than he would have liked. In a panic, he slammed an arm into the ice, and skeletons rose eagerly at his beck and call. They clamored around the elf, nearly destroying it.
He groaned, rubbing his head. Just... what in the world was going on? The last thing he remembered was some stupid elf yanking in him and-
Eyes widened as he was the apparition before. Oh hell. Insanity again? And... it was in the form of some girl. What... was she holding? And... He stated at the vortex below her. Something told him he did NOT want to get dragged down there.
And then there was giggling and more elves Damn fog liked messing with his mind.
Leon shifted on his feet, the sight that claimed they were moving didn't match with his feet on the occurrence, he was sure both he and Madison was very still.it maybe have been a bold move on his part to clutch onto the female death hunter by her waist, he didn't want to take the chance of her dropping away from him. even if they still managed to get pried apart and sent farther away from each other.
"I take it that our chance at a romp is nulled right?"
Melvin stepped back, aiming for the head of the Christmas Sock Puppet form hell, looking at it's strangely deformed mouth in what would be considered merry if he was sharing drinks with Satan. Seeing as this wasn't the case yet, he moved his gun back and forth, trying to get a good time to shoot. It swayed erratically, and he swore between gritted before it paused for just a moment.
And all it took, this time, was Shun snapping her name to pull her back.
The glow from the pendant faded as the light returned to Xiu's eyes, her grip around the hunter's neck loosening. There was a beat of silence, and then she stumbled back with a cry, her eyes widening in confusion and horror. What had just--what did she just do? The baku shot the hunter on the ground a quick look, noting with some relief that he was still alive. Shun had snapped her out of it before she could do any real damage.
She was faintly aware of a lingering power that continued to pulse through her--a power than, although unsettling at first, seemed to warm her in a pleasant way--but there was other things to worry about right now. Looking a little unsteady, she pushed herself back up to her feet, mouthing something that might have been an apology to Jerry before she turned and quickly moved away.
She considered returning to Sophie's side, but seemed too wary to, especially considering how she couldn't even look at the zombie ghoul right now. Had she seen the attack? Shun definitely had. The baku looked at him questioning, her brows creased and expression troubled. What just happened?
Tseng returned to the battle field after getting blown up earlier more or less. However, the battle had changed rather drastically now. A grey entity had appeared, and it had a number of smaller foggy helpers. It wouldn't have seemed too threatening, but that vortex was certainly an issue.
He looked between the hunters and the fog, trying to weigh his options.
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Ofelia had her weapon out and readied for an attack...except the elf that got hold of her started to pull. She couldn't reallu resist or escape, it was like there was a vice grip tugging her in, and the teen did her best to break free just long enough to get over to where Sherry was. "Cherry, Ah'll stay wit'cha, okay? Don't worry, Ah'm here."
It sounded stupid trying to reassure someone she'd protect them since she was a sun and all but that was just typical Ofelia nature.
redheaded, one-eyed hunter wielding a set of blades knuckledusters. loud, proud, oddly properly attired for the current temperature levels hates horsemen with a passion and unafraid to show it. slightly more biased towards students, perhaps
The elves wouldn’t let go and Wilson grimaced behind the mask. Instead, they kept smiling as they dragged him closer to the vortex. He got a feeling in the pit of his stomach, so he tried to nudge away the creatures, but still they stubbornly moved him closer and closer. He sighed and finally aimed his cannon at the elves. The shot nearly caused him to fall backward due to the recoil and the lack of proper balance. At least the elf wasn’t looking as perky as before.
She wasn't going to go anywhere with the elf. And certainly not towards a fog...she cast a glance at the figure. No.
Sherry summoned Armagnac, and took a swipe at the elf tugging at her coat. "No. I already told you, no." Her blade made contact, but the creature was persistant.
"And I'll stay with you! Not a worry!" Sherry called back to Ofie. She wasn't going to let this elf get the better of her.
Elf HP: 15/25 Distance: 34
Attacking her elf.
Your Character's HP: 50/50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: + Life Hunters gain one free heal they can use whenever in battle. Intermediate 2d10-4 Runic Items OR Artifacts used: -- Damage / Healing / Defending done:
Sherry is an Intermediate Life Trainee, mid-height, shortish blonde hair, weilding a glaive. Items carried: 1 set Runic bandages, 1 Dionysis's Wine Artifact Flask (1 Heal of +10HP)
Melvin breathed deep before he let out a yelp as right after he fired, the little gloved hands of the tendril elf grabbed his jacket and yanked him forward. Sliding slowly, he dug his heels into the snow, finding little traction. On his back, he pointed again and fired. "Let go, you weird ********!" Snow was piling around him as he was dragged by his jacket towards the woman ghost holding the tray. Whatever reason it was dragging him there for, he didn't want to know.
Jing didn't want to see what was going to happen, the aura around was getting more unstable, more dangerous. He was worried more about his fragile sister than anything else. he clutched back against Ying's hand in a silent bond of reassurance.
he was still there little sister.
How long it lasted felt like mere moments when the hands came out of the darkness, pulling and prying and tearing the siblings apart, much to his own dismay.
His sister farther behind than he. "Stay back, i will be fine!" he tried to reassure her, with only words. the inner turmoil of panic was swirling like a heinous storm, it threatened to pull him apart by the seams and unravel his calm.
even now he tried to stay calm and address the situation. "this bodes of ill omen."
Ariane was there all along, quietly doing her thing; she made sure to aim only for the horsemen, avoiding the students where possible. After all, her problem was with the horsemen trying to take over the world and whatnot; the students were hardly that big of a deal compared to what the horsemen had been trying to do... However, it did make her curious to see this many students on the battlefield.
Didn't they say that this was a horsemen attack? Did Medea bring the students along as reinforcements? Did-
"What the-" She stared at one of the fog elves that had grabbed her ankle, and was attempting to pull her towards the vortex that had formed a distance away; she wasn't really that interested in the crowns that the fog figure was holding, thank you very much.
Distance: 32
Your Character's HP: 50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: Death Hunters gain an evasion bonus. Subtract 2 for intermediate when calculating total damage done to them. Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: N/A Damage / Healing / Defending done: N/A
Ami turned to see a familiar body. One she hadn't seen for quite some time. One she'd assumed dead, it's pretty appearance lost from the world forever.
"Kat! KAT!" she screamed, running towards the girl. Something wasn't right. Where were her shoes? Who scarves were those- Where was Gale's jacket?!
As soon as Gale let go of Kat, Ami's arms were there, encompassing the girl in a warm hug. This wasn't appropriate for the situation. This was completely against orders and would probably get her killed. It was out of character for her, to be so openly kind, but the mere emotions evoked from seeing Kat again were clouding her judgment. The fact that she was probably going to be crucified by Cael hung in the back of her mind, recalling the death sentence given to Lex and his cohorts.
She didn't care. She thought she'd lost Kat. Her coat was off in a matter of moments, wrapped around Kat's freezing, nearly naked body. Noting that Gale was almost equally bare, she pulled off her scarf and wrapped it around the little boy's neck. "Shoot straight," she told Gale, leaving him to his gun.
Turning back to Kat, she pulled the girl into another hug and rubbed her back, trying to warm up her pink, freezing body. "It's going to be okay," she assured Kat, "We'll get you out of here." As she spoke, she fired one of her guns at the elves. She'd keep her promise, even if her teeth chattered from the cold, even if this wasn't going according to plan.
It wasn't working, and despite how much he tried to reach out for a rock or twig, he found nothing to hold to. His gloves reached into the snow but only felt his fingers drag against frozen earth. The snow was piling all around him as he was dragged forward, making it hard to see.
Frantically wiping his goggles off with the back of his arm, he could barely see as the elf was half hidden in the mounds of snow a she was pulled forward. "s**t!" s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t!!!!!! He was going to meet his end because of a ghost puppet elf of all damn things!!!!!
He fired, but he only managed to barely nick it due to luck. Ahead, he could see the looming woman rising above, smiling.
Lizzy heaved a sigh of relief when she realized that the boil was fine; weakened, but fine. She nodded when Levi's name was mentioned, and grabbed his arm, hoping to provide enough support for him to stand, "You're welcome."
However, there wasn't any time to rest; snow and fog had settled in around them, and fog-elves were trying to pull them towards a vortex a distance away. The crowns on the tray carried by the fog figure were familiar; they resembled the red crown worn by the Furnace King... She might be against fighting hunters if the fight was initiated by the horsemen, but she was not against fighting little fog elves - especially since she did not want to be sucked into that vortex.
Your Character's HP: 23/50
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Your Character's HP: 33/40
