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In Mimsy's field of study, laboratory environments were carefully controlled and almost always air conditioned. She had barely been through the portal for two minutes before she realized something that should have been obvious: long coats, even in spite of their pale colors, were not suited for this heat. Especially not when someone insisted on being so close to her. She squirmed out of Dakota's hold and frowned at him.

"I know that you know that was not my intended meaning," she grumbled, squinting against the bright sunlight.

<Well, back to the tumtumwood!> Svensyl offered, expecting her to turn and go back through the rabbit hole. She did look over her shoulder to consider the possibility of returning, disappearing past the gathering group, but she was already in an unfavorable position after going through a portal at the wrong time not too long ago. Probably not the best of ideas.

She tied her hair back and looped her scarf over her hair and headset both, securing it with a knot behind her head. It did nothing to deter the heat, but would keep sweaty hair out of her face, which would prove beneficial. In the instant afterward, she caught sight of the same things everyone else had: horsemen, presumably, a large triangle shadow, and a number of runes.

As if everyone came to their senses at once, no longer blinded by the brightness of the sun on the sand, everyone was moving and calling orders to one another. She summoned Svensyl and wiped her hands on her coat before gripping the weapon and drawing in a deep breath of hot air.

Bix hated the desert. Hated. He hadn't needed to be captured or held prisoner to hate it. Enough other bad memories were attached. He'd also had enough bad encounters that Bix had become adept at being dressed for the occasion. His scarf immediately pulled up over his nose and mouth and a pair of white rimmed goggles were clapped over his eyes.

Bix's eyes ran over the few horseman had appeared but as several frontline hunters engaged them, He hung back and assessed the situation. The young man wasn't liking the feeling of being trapped in an arena of death.

Of course then he spotted her.

"Ceres!" Bix didn't want to pull her away from her defense but he needed her attention. "Look who it is!" He nodded from Ceres to Eris. As he called to her he was stepping towards the large bony spikes enclosing them. He struck one with the knife end of his bow, testing it.

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HP: 60/60
Dmg: --
Target: --
Charge: --/3
Inventory: Runic Torch x1, Bandages x1

Oh look, her two favorite baby hunters were here~

The Protector's grin went from eager to practically devilish as her eyes settled first on the stark white hair of the familiar archer who stood across the arena, following his crimson gaze to where the ebony haired girl she called Demeter stood not far away. Almost immediately Eris' attention wavered from the group of three who stood by her own side, her plan to wait until they had formed a fun strategy for picking off the weaklings which had stumbled into their grasp immediately falling by the wayside, completely forgotten. There was a new game to play, and she reveled in the glee she already felt, knowing that this would be entertaining. The fact that Bix seemed to be trying to escape already made it all the sweeter, playing upon her predatory instincts, gold eyes suddenly sharp and dangerous, narrowing on her target.

Let the games begin.

"Excuse me, Loves..." she crooned to the other Protectors, both pairs of wings already spreading wide, "It seems my pets have come home to me~"

She took off with a wild beat of her wings, the harsh gust kicking up sand around them as she rose into the sky. The sky might have been clear, but there was one saving grace which would allow her to fly undetected, at least for a few brief moments, and that's all that mattered. Rising higher, the sorrel-haired horseman fought through the heat, until finally she slowed as her body became eclipsed within the sun, impossible to see within the bright rays, both sets of wings beating as she hovered, looking down at her targets. All that mattered were those few moments. In the seconds it took to locate her again, she was already descending, wings as black as death tucked close to her body like a falcon as she dived, extending only at the last second to slow her just enough, and then she crashed bodily into Bix, slamming her shoulder into him, only to land atop him as he fell.

She knew well what she was doing. She had seen Ceres defend the others, making Bix the offensive within their team. Besides... if she really wanted to hurt her dear Demeter, she was confident nothing could striker truer than this.

"I must thank you for drawing attention to yourself... if you hadn't, I might not have noticed you and your sweetling until you were dead, and that would have been so disappointing," she crooned, grinning wildly down at the albino hunter, Insanity touching her eyes.

Aisa had to stem the desire to fight, a desire that almost eclipsed her entire vision in a beautiful bloodly crimson. But Sam's words were a mark of clarity, a glimpse into where Medea's whereabouts were. Unlike the others, Aisa didn't select a target from the hunters that flurried across the scene, noting her favorite didn't appear to be here. At least not yet.

Although his presence, that doctor, could make things messy.

Aisa used her scythe as a stepping stone, for the wings she lacked, leaping across the battlefield in a red blur.

She couldn't help but croon softly, behind Sam, as Aisa approached, landing on one of the twelve marble pedestals. She couldn't allow the leader to disable this triangle.. Especially since it seemed to make those dear hunters apprehensive, it was likely a benefit to their side. She kept her scythe out, the weapon shifting in restrained enthusiasm, in her hand. She whispered unheard words, presumably to calm it down.

"What did you say about a.. dead queen? Care to elaborate?"

Knowing Medea.. Aisa wouldn't have been surprised to discover she had approached the hunters in the time that had passed. But news of that result, if Medea had really died.. The thought of it, almost called for the insanity to simply take over instantly. Surely, Death would have come to Medea's aid .. Although knowing Death, Aisa contemplated that his late arrival was just as likely as well.

HP: 100/100
Target: Sam (TALKING)
Damage: None
Fear: UH I FORGET TOO I WILL UPDATE THIS FOR FIGHTING LATER

Shik strode into the desert with . . . well, not purpose, but with determination nevertheless. He was a touch late to the party it seemed, however, for already there were scuffles breaking out, investigative curiosities being sated, and . . . Ah, bones. A lovely little arena. Whoever had concocted this had good taste in decor, though he could do without the sand.

"Have any left for me?" he asked of Mengyao and Senga, deciding that the Heirs would of course have their own agenda. Already Eris was toying with her food, and the executioner cast them a glance. There was a bit too much going on for Shik to really take it in, hence just asking for the short summary.



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Runes and bones and sand, oh my . . . Stormy squinted and shielded her eyes, biting the inside of her lip as she entered the Sahara. Tying her scarf off so that it wouldn't flap around, she ambled her way out of the way of the portal. Her eyes caught the pillars but, seeing as the battle was a little too close for comfort, she stayed away -

That is, until she saw who was there. The trainee's eyes grew as wide as saucers as recognition hit her like a brick to the head; and suddenly she did have the beginnings of a headache. "No . . ." As if in a dream, she ghosted forward, greatsword out, eyes set on two of the horsemen. For a moment she forced herself to hold the weapon in one hand, trembling as she touched her headset and mumbled, "Gale? G-Gale, remember what I told you a while back? There're guys here. The Gold King and someone else." She suddenly felt sick and the heat was not helping.

Falling back on old habits, she forced herself to a faster pace and reached Jake, huffing. "Trouble?"

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He honestly hadn't expected to have the Heir leap upon him like a cat on a mouse. Bix wasn't honestly sure what he had expected but that wasn't it. The hunter had still been earnestly hacking at the spike when the shoulder hit him, a painful blur of feathers and jangling ornaments. He was expecting the horsewoman's signature pose. He waited to feel the stab of a heel, the bottom of a woman's shoe, to grind his face into the dirt. She was usually that kind of girl. Of course it figured that didn't happen. Once again Bix's attempts to read women, even crazy killer ones, had failed. He had the entirety of the woman laying on him. She held him down and he knew she overpowered him but he didn't immediately flail to dislodge her. Damn him and his need for banter.

You read too many comic books. Mina hissed in annoyance.

Bix ignored her, catching his breath since his had been knocked out for a moment. She looked crazy and this... pose... was sure to be enraging his girlfriend even though he couldn't see her.

"You know it really is true......" He smirked, almost casual. "Women just can't keep their hands off a guy once he's off the market." He then paused, struggling just a moment to test any weakness in her pinning of him. "Or maybe it's the Axe body spray."

His arms, where most of his strength lay, strained against her tight grip. Bix then stopped moving suddenly. Perhaps if she thought he wasn't struggling, her tensity would lower. A sudden surge could possibly throw her off. "You know..." His tried to twist his head to see Ceres. "You're just going to make her maaaaad... You wouldn't like her when she's angry." A shame his pop culture references were probably wasted on the horsewoman. He really couldn't help it.

He also really hoped at some point he'd get to yell, 'CERES SMASH!' Bix could wait it out and see.

You are taking thisssss too lightly. Mina was peeved, but she probably just wanted to fight.
She wants this game. Or she'd have attacked me already.



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HP: 60/60
Dmg: --
Target: --
Charge: --/3
Inventory: Runic Torch x1, Bandages x1

The sun in his eyes, he couldn't see who was approaching him, and had taken an offensive stance, but upon hearing the voice, he relaxed... somewhat.
"I'm fine." he muttered, eyes darting around. "You better stick by one of the stronger hunters. These horsemen seem stronger than usual."

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HP: 32/50
Action: ---
Result: ---
Charge: [2/3] Y3 Headlights (0/1) | [0/3] Y2 Barrier (0/1)
Items: Tusk of Ares, Runic bandages, Barrier daggers

Shik didn't wait for a response. He found his lollygagging target first, and the impulse of battle made him act almost immediately. "Hold that thought."

It wasn't good for Lucky to break eye contact with "creatures".

With a whoop the executioner took to the air, beating his wings furiously to reach his target in a matter of seconds. What a scrawny looking toothpick! He almost laughed as he dove sharply down and snatched the green haired hunter by the hood, sweeping him off his feet. "A little lightweight for a fighter, aren't you," he crooned over his catch, smirking as he began to spin Lucky over his head; it was difficult to maintain air while doing so, but worth the momentum gained. "Let's see how far you go."

And Lucky was tossed with a final spin like a hunter discus. Shik hadn't been very high in the air, so the throw wasn't as deadly as it might have been had Shik been in a more . . . playful mood.

Casual as could be, he ignored the female that been defended and landed near these strange mechanical objects humans always liked toting about. Espying the wires, Shik summoned his dagger and began to whistle to himself as he began cutting away at them. No idea what they did, but most certainly important.