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Yuri was quiet as he moved from behind Elric's shadow, a creature of few words anyway, he preferred to do his stalking in silence. The slight brush of his cape against Elric's arm would be his only greeting as he slid forth quickly, headed straight towards Finn. His hands were formidable enough on their own, sheathed in armour but it was what lay in his gloved grasp that was his best ally, a small crescent moon of a sickle, quick to cut down his enemies.

Unfortunately, as formidable as he felt he was, he hadn't been prepared for such a defence. His weapon glanced off of Finn's and Yuri bounced backward with a menacing glare - he was not at all pleased. Whether the months idle had made him soft, or that the hunter in front of him was just extremely powerful, he could not be sure.

What he was sure, however, was it had absolutely, and he meant absolutely, nothing to do with the fact that he was only five foot two.

Shaheen didn't know why the hunter beneath her was laughing. Perhaps it was just a mechanism he used to keep from crying. It mattered not to her. However, his words struck a chord inside of her as she remembered what she had witnessed at Charon's demise. The man had chosen to become a weapon, and just the thought of it, the thought of becoming nothing more then a tool to be used by a hunters hands, made her feel sick to her stomach.

"And perhaps when I'm finished with you, I will make your skull into a fine mug." She spat at the ground in front of his feet, and then swooped down for another broad slash against his torso with her sword.

Aeron wanted to move, cage the little halloweener between himself and Shik and tear him apart. But his body was weaker then this one and that infuriated him. He was not of a weaker species, HE WAS NOT MEANT TO DIE. He was a death guardian, he was Death.

He brought the spear up to drill into Shun, when Lan's kiss startled him out of whatever blood crazed moment he had. For the briefest moments, he was just Aeron, the horseman Lan had chosen for herself.

The daggers pierced deep into him, as Aeron pushed Lan away from the danger and he stared at the wound. It was big...It was crippling.

"s**t." He thrust the spear at Shun one more time, using what strength he had left before falling to one knee.

The war horsemen's retaliation came strong. Shun wasn't able to roll out of the way as Shik descended upon him. The blade cut deeply and the reaper staggered back from the heavy blow.

"Kussssoo..." he hissed between his teeth as pain radiated out from his new wound. Before he could really recover, he felt a spear driving into his back. He wouldn't be able to keep taking blows like this for long.

Breathing a little heavily now, he put a little bit of distance between himself and the two horsemen that assaulted him. A flash of pink hair caught his attention and he soon saw that Chel had taken up arms against Shik, aiding him. He just grunted lowly to her in reluctant acknowledgement. Once again they were allies. For now. He didn't have much better options at the moment.

Through the pain, he turned back towards the death horseman, noting that he was considerably weakened from his previous attacks. Now was his chance to try and take him out of the fight. As quickly as he could, he rushed over to where he knelt and reached for the horseman's hair. He attempted to pull his head back with one hand while aiming to slit his throat with the other.

Eye sighed she saw his point clearly the high priestess was insane, but she was still her high priestess "If you had a high priestess perhaps you would understand it's not so easy to go trying to kill her, even though she has clearly gone insane with power" She didn't reach for a weapon, since if she picked up one of Medea's weapons she would be attacking the students and hunters and she wasn't prepared to sink into madness just yet. She struggled with the sense that the man was right and killing Medea was the right thing to do, but then she would be a trader to her people, but Charon said to stop her, but he wasn't here and she wasn't sure what had become of him.

In one moment, she was happy. Happy that she let herself be free to express her feelings, her emotions. Let her simply act and not think of traditions and old ways. Then like the wind it changed in an instant. Aeron was back to his fight, and being dragged down, worn away, her kiss doing nothing for his FEAR.

"..." Eyes narrowed as hate filled her irrationally for the student who'd taken Aeron's FEAR, who had the nerve to attack them. Bow summoned, a green light covered the arrow.

"I was trying-" Her arrow fired she willed her rage to fill it, to make it burn him as it burned her. "-to seduce him you little brat."

Aeron's face didn't change regardless of Shun's hold on his hair. A small wild smile escaped from the death guardian before disappearing.

"You're nothing but prey now." Aeron looked over at Lan as his throat was slit, fear escaping at a rapid rate. "Wallow in their hunt Reaper. War and Conquest are coming for you." And he blacked out.