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Sheridan did not like this, he did not like it at all. Hunters, Horsemen, and the students caught in the middle. He had a bad feeling about this, a very bad feeling.

It was no doubt that Sheridan hated hunters, for who they were and what they did. He had seen it first hand, he remembered the island, had felt the sting of weapons that had once been beings of halloween themselves, condemned a fate that must have been worse than death. And though his experience with hunters in his nitemare may have been just that, he was certain, no he -knew- that given the chance hunters WOULD bestow that fate on them. He did not hate or wish to destroy humans, far from it, to do so would have been foolish. But hunters, the hunters he hated, the hunters he wished to destroy.

The horsemen, he did not trust them, remaining unconvinced they were any better than the hunters. He had seen and felt what the horsemen were capable of, he had felt all the nitemares of the trials, he had seen imagines and visions, hard heard horrors, and felt himself nearly torn apart by whatever the horsemen kept hidden in that room he had seen. They had been treated as inferior, a child despite the fact the horsemen still saw fit to force them to experience hell. What was to say they weren't all just being used, seen as nothing but pawns in some game the horsemen played.

Sheridan took a step back from the hunter with the bow, a low growl and a ferocious glare never fading. The hunter would soon realize, that step was not a retreat, but rather a change in stance, his body turning to block Tess from whatever attack may have come her way. He would not let anyone harmer her, not hunter, not horseman.

Never did his gaze leave Bix, the tension in his muscles showing he was ready to attack at any moment.

(( OOC:
Character Name: Sheridan
HP: 40/40
Target: not attacking, this is rp post
Damage: n/a
Effect:
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3 ))

Aisa had looked around, to see Caelius promptly stab Invictus. It was a lethal blow but not a dire one-- It was the horsemen's arrogance with the hunters over and over, that led them to the thought, they would not die.

However, arrogance had their drawbacks.

But Aisa had not merely heard the sound of dissipation, of the low familiar hum that had always infuriated her beyond words. It was a new sound, a new humming, a foreign one. Foreign and unknown things, especially by Caelius, was never good.

But this time, it was even better.

The newfound heir of Conquest, would see the heir of Death pausing in battle to rapidly approach him. Her expression was indiscernible, the emotions emanating from her was also impossible to detect, as the insanity mingled with it swirled. A scythe lashed out, out beyond the previous reach of his combat range (as Connie's close combat physical range before, had been, to put it plainly .. as tall as he had been.) It met, with a booming force, against his newfound weapons and powers. That one blow had meant to maim. To kill. Like many other times the heirs had clashed.. but this time was different.

"I hate surprises."

Only the heirs would hear past the anger, the blood lust, the pure desire to soak everything in her scythe-- there was a unbreakable relief in it all. The silent message: Dont do it again.

She hadn't been captured by the hunters, but her spirits had been lifted by the sight of those who came forth from the clan. She recognized several of them.. the heirs, their teacher in the war class that proved to be an immense help. They had lived up to their promise. Lacie didn't care about what they were, or the fact that some halloweeners continued to distrust the horsemen clan. The simple fact that sufficed were that they were on their side.

Lacie watched the entire scene with Caelius with shocked eyes, his scream echoing in Lacie's ears. No.. Tears streamed down her cheeks. This was the heir who spoke of similar dreams, the heir that she had given a flower to, hoping to one day see his success. Lacie didn't even register the salty fluid that continued to fall. She half walked there, and ended up falling on her knees, hoping, waiting for him to emerge as all halloweeners did when they dissipated under an attack. He surely would.

But something would soon stop her tears. Instead, it filled her with fear. How ironic, to fear something when your entire being was made of fear. But this sensation was unlike anything else. The presence of something new, something entirely overwhelming, a new presence that superceded all the students of Amityville filled the void. Lacie looked up, the words weren't coming out. But the question remained. "Who are..?"

Could it be..? And Aisa.. Lacie could only watch Aisa's battle.

OOC:
Character Name: Lacie
HP: 30/30
Target: -
Damage: -
Effect: -
Number of People Currently Attacking Me: 0/3

Appearance: Lacie: A somewhat timid and small reaper, with silver pigtails and a blue dress, who fights with an ice glaive.

Quote:

XAKI's character LACIE is attacking for ??? damage!

Danny screamed a little at the fire on her legs, her favorite pair of converse burning down the sides. She stomped around on the grass like an idiot trying to put it out. Is that what you did with fires? She didn't even know. Danny was in charge of starting fires, not putting them out.

Somehow, that seemed to work well enough. Her converse were charred, but there was nothing she could do about that.

A bright flash and a sound, and Danny's head was whipping around to find Invictus back and holding a bow. Horsemen were flooding the battlefield too. It was chaos- but good chaos!
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It felt impossible to not stop everything, to even try to avoid the sight of that scythe cutting through the heir. He'd managed it with such ease, like cutting through a loaf of hot scramberry bread, entirely nonchalant. It was as if he did this every day. Did he do this every day? Thackery's eyes widened in concern. Maybe he should back up.

He was halfway through his fifth step backward when it happened. Slowly, bit by bit, there was something where the heir stood. He squinted. The boil looked like the heir he'd seen before, but...definitely different.

His clothes were far more excellent.

Anyone that happened to catch sight of the Cerberus in the moments after Invictus' reappearance would notice him slowly, methodically pawing at his own chest, as if his subconscious was fixated on something.

Something like make yourself disappear like that so you can come back with better clothes.



Character Name: Thackery
HP: 40/40
Target: n/a
Damage: n/a
Effect: n/a
People Attacking: n/a

The hunters were just a pitch too powerful , the fae scowled in dismay. Irritation and duty intermingled in their soul in the most despicable way. Teasingly, they stuck their sword into the earth, as if not deeming the foe of importance, and looked around. Despite all their mistakes and self-loathing (sharply developed - of late), they could not help bristling. Shouldn't the Horsemen turn up? Haven't they been fighting to defend their property? Or should they say, this is no hour for civility, but that for treachery and suspicion and....

And help has come!

Not too many warriors, though, actually not. too. many. people at all. The clansmen who came to their rescue were exageratedly solemn, and Wylfenne wondered what they felt. Was it really their duty to help their guests and students, and they took it as honour dictated, - dignified and prepared? Was it something else - a feeling of bondage, a fragile but demanding sprout of trust?

Finally Wylfenne had a chance to study the heirs. They knew Invictus, - but there were others. They all looked bloody royal - in their own way, of course. And Medea was there, too, - Wylfenne blushed when remembered how they accused her of cheating. They felt relieved (and outraged at the same time, but that can be dropped, of course) that the High Priestess never cared... Should they apologize? Though that would be definitely worst timing ever!

Now it was time to make their move... The fae paused: should they?
(( OOC: JUST A REACTION POST
Character Name: Wylfenne
HP: 25/30 HP
Target: n/a
Attacks used: 0/6
Effect: n/a

As all ******** hell broke out, Rep could only sigh. This was the sort of s**t he was getting used to. Everything going horribly wrong out of ******** nowhere. Well. He was a sun, he was going to have to join in the fray. He sought out the one individual he remembered above all else from the rooms, the "student" he still didn't even ******** realise was the heir to conquest.

And then Cael beat him to it.

"b*****d!" he snarled - though not loud enough Cael could hear it, he valued himself in one piece.

Now what? He'd just been cockblocked in killing off the one person he really had wanted to make eat axe. And repeatedly. It was a good thing however he sulked as long as he did, as he pouted long enough to catch the majestic re spawn. WHY WAS THIS GUY SO HARD TO ******** KILL?

Summoning Tracey to hand, he seized the nearest Moon hunter (that he could actually get away with grabbing without feeling bad about it) who happened to be Rin, and hauling her whether she wanted to or not, charged towards Invi.

"Cover me."

But as he swung out, he missed and skimmed nothing but luxurious silk.

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OOC:
Character Name: Rep
HP: 40/40 (defended for 4 by Rin )
Target: Invi
Damage: NOTHING YOU FAIL REP
Charge: 0/3 0/2
Item:

demon_pachabel

Rep is attacking Invictus sexy self for ********, DAZZLED BY HIM

Appearance

Pale skinned redhead weilding an enormous axe. Very animated in his emotions.
He has a bunch of lovely red flowers growing on his right shoulder.

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