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The battle raged on and Hanna raged with it. She was malleable, adaptable. Always had been. Her mind told her that these things transpiring in front of her should give her pause, but they didn't. Instead, she pushed onward like a machine, her face dead of any emotion except glorious purpose. If Hanna wanted to continue living her life feeling special, then Deus Ex needed to survive this goddamn fight.

With a grunt, Hanna rounded on Medea again, swinging wildly with the lady. It might have been a good hit... if it hadn't been for a literal FACE FULL OF MOTH that pummeled her, courtesy of a very disturbing-looking horsemen. It was unfortunate that she had opened her mouth in a war cry, of sorts, because five moths fluttered inside, making for her esophagus like it was an open bar at a shitty wedding. She sputtered, her twin blade glancing off Medea with little effect.

And then Hanna gagged so hard that she began puking up moths. Literally.

It didn't seem like they were getting anywhere with Medea: each strike hitting, yes, and the barrier shuddered at the blows, but...it didn't seem to be making her any weaker, and in the face of the noise going on around him, the chaos, all the dying, Ever wasn't sure why he was even bothering.

"Not after this." He mumbled, and Amory agreed.

[ Hamika & Phymi ]

Phymi gasped at the pain. Damn tridents. "Medea will prevail, human! It will all be better in the end!" She pursued the fleeing hunter, wondering how the woman had even became a hunter to begin with. She was so flighty and weak and clearly not fit for this at all.

She should just die.

And yet.

DON'T YOU HURT HER! There was that voice again. Hamika would not give up. At all. Ruddy zombie and their unwillingness to go away.

Milo hadn't gotten too far but far enough for him to lose Noemi for a second, and that bit of time allowed a clear opening for her to be attacked. He wasn't going to let another one of his friends fall, so he went in full search mode until he spotted the short red head.

And decided to become a shield.

It was hard to recover from spitting up moths. For one, her mouth tasted musty now, and she was pretty convinced tiny bits of wings were stuck in her teeth. For two, moths continued to crawl in and out of her clothing. The feeling was eerie, but not terrifying to Hanna. As long as they were not entering her flesh, she could ignore the tickle of feet for a moment.

Sprinting away from the source of the moths, Hanna swatted those that she could away. Now... The Lady hissed in her mind, feral. It was always how she sounded when she was ready to strike with Fear. Go for the throat... it's my favorite.

"Gross," Hanna murmured, sizing up Medea and attempting to determine just what was throat.

Focusing her concentration, the Death Hunter felt her arms vibrate as The Lady glowed golden in her hands. She took a running start, aiming for Medea's center. It was so unclear whether or not they were making any headway, but Hanna would strike until her fingers were gone, until her arms had broken, until it was all over. There was no other option, and this was what she had chosen. She stood with the Hunters, period.

And so she swung, feeling the wet slice of Adelphe's hooked blade digging deep into Medea's flesh. Then, with an acidic whisper, the wound double, flesh dissolving and absorbing into the blade as The Lady unleashed Flesh Eater on the target. It was... more than a little disturbing to listen to the orgasmic gnashing the weapon made through their mental link, despite not having, you know, a mouth.

Shun looked up at Poke, and furrowed his brow.

"My abilities aren't well suited for aerial combat," he noted. He would have trouble hitting much with his blades, "However... you can give me a boost. Or launch me at a foe I suppose..."

Options. Options. He was on his last legs. Such a boost could potentially help him get some final strikes in. Chris, the hunter, came on by and slapped him with something. He was about to stab the man but... felt.. oddly better.

"..."

He wasn't sure if he should thank him now. So he just sort of awkwardly nodded to the guy, then tensed as a conquest horseman approached. Oh. This one was apparently one of the more sensible ones. His good eye narrowed at her, though he took note of the barrier set around him.

"You may be spared but everyone who stands in our way will be killed," he said darkly. Just as he finished speaking a few more things happened. First a flood of energy filled him, healing all wounds and empowering him even further. Then... he saw Cymbeline come back... as a writhing mound of insects. Just as with the other horsemen that came back. This war didn't seem like it was going to see resolution soon.

"Damn pestilence... How many times do we need to do this make you stay down?" he hissed through his teeth. Halloween was very hard to kill for good and that applied to the horsemen too. But typically there were periods where one would be down and out for a time. Gripping his daggers, he hurled both of his reaper blades at the writhing mass, then climbed upon to Pokerus's backside.

There was Medea to deal with as well, but this horsemen wouldn't get off his back.

"Because you are one of her minions!" Lock cried, throwing all he had at her. "Don't ******** with me!"

His glasses cracked from the sheer amount of power he was funneling through his body, Voodoo reveled in the anarchy, lapping up Lock's newfound craziness. "Yes, little one. Continue on your spree! I must thank that beautiful woman when I have the time!" Voodoo chirped in reference to Amrita. "Very good, very good!"