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((holy shitballs, gilbert's going to die in the first round, isn't he xD))

There might have been chaos and pandemonium going on around him, and that damn whale might have still be singing, but Gilbert was much more focused on getting himself the hell out of harm's way than he was in dealing with anyone else. ******** the rest of the civilians; he might have been an officer of the law, but he had cracked ribs and a psycho killer bat after him, and if he died, he wasn't going to be of any use to anyone else. Plus, if he died, he would be dead.

Like hell the last six years of his life being everyone's whipping boy and taking all the s**t assignments at the station were going to be wasted. He was not going to die on some space rainbow in the middle of the world's biggest acid trip, he --

Had a woman --

On top of him --

Had Marienrode not covered his mouth with a searingly passionate kiss, he would have screamed. Her hand was on his chest, pressing down -- while it wasn't directly over his cracked ribs, it was ******** close enough to have him wish immediate death and dismemberment upon her. He flung one hand out wildly, grasping her by the hair and yanking back hard, his breath burning its way out of his lungs while he struggled to find a balance between breathing and excruciating pain.

"What the <********>--" he asked, just as the bat that had barreled into him before came back for round two. Her hair was tangled in his fingers, gripped tightly lest she attempt to molest him again (and had he not been on the ground with cracked ribs, sure, he would have given her a goddamn go) when he felt strong jaws clamp down on it, wrench painfully.

He released Marienrode, body jerking back as the bat attempted to lift and carry him away. It was a goddamn huge bat, but it wasn't strong enough to pull him more than a foot or two, but it tried. Apparently frustrated, it wrenched its head back and forth, teeth digging in deeply, and he felt his wrist twist and snap the wrong way.

Cracked ribs and a broken ********, he was not going to die here.

Bat HP: 10

The tapestries of her hallucinations were beginning to fade in and out. Roxy had been trying to find loose threads of fibers in the fabric walls in order to find a way out, not wanting to have to deal with all the craziness around her when there was another attack upon the group.

The clicking was the first to go really, which was a relief, only to be replaced by screams, screeching and the flutter of many wings. The blonde turned, well now she wasn't so much blonde anymore but a vibrant hue of green really, to notice the bats. They were still flickering between actual bats and ones made out of felt - those versions looked rather cute really.

But all in all, she was hit with an overwhelming and unnatural wave of fear. Her breathe was caught in her throat as she tried to move herself back from the chaos, nearly tripping over someone in the process of her progress backwards. Roxy tried to fight it, she wasn't normally so scared of things or at least tried to show a brave face if she was scared but it was hard to beat back the unease. There were bats everywhere, attacking and hurting everyone and she was almost on the verge of tears. Her only lifeline was the gem setting tool held tight in her hands and she had no idea where her friends were.

A bat suddenly broke from the group and came right for the fearful girl. Roxy's hands went to cover her head as she shot to the ground, "not my hair!" she cried out. It was then she noticed her legs were green, as well as her shorts.. and her feet and eventually everything - god, could she look even worse than before? But that didn't matter with a bat still coming at her. She let out a small screech when she felt its claws on the back of her shirt, ripping small holes in it as it continued its attack. All she could think of was rolling to her side, which detached the bat in its confusion.

When the bat came to attack at her stomach, all Roxy could think of doing was to kick at it before it got too close. Her bare foot connected with its head forcefully, and with a crack it fell to the floor twitching and flailing. And when she mustered the courage to get up to her knees and see what it was doing, she let out another screech and jabbed the butt end of her bedazzler into its head to deliver the final blow. It stopped moving, and Roxy went into more panic.

She killed something. Oh godohgod. She got up and ran to find some help and comfort.

[color = green
bat = dead ]

You know, at first, Hawke was feeling pretty cool. Sure, this was freaking her the ******** out on a pretty basic level, but hey, fighting. It was all good. Then- then phase two of the battle hit for Fade Whale Space Demon. Apparently this was a de-buff and spawn rush. And Fade Whale Space Demon spawn were apparently in the form of Fade Space Bat Demons. God damn it.

Too focused on fighting, Hawke didn't notice her body shift colors, to a vibrant blue, but what she felt- She felt upset. She wasn't doing anything it felt like. Her foam sword lashed out at the bat that came at her, but she missed. It was that big and she'd gone and missed! That was just her luck now wasn't it? Not only did she miss, but the ******** bat wing got her side, knocking her down, and painfully so. The fake armor she was was not meant for real battle like this. She wasn't meant for real battle like this.

Eyes glanced over to Anders and saw him sobbing and Hawke felt terrible. Anders was Anders for ******** sake. And one of those ******** bats had- Holding back her own tears, Hawke went to him and Gave him a hug, sniffling and trying really really hard not to cry herself.

She was pretty sure she would soon enough.

((Bat HP: 10
Hawke HP: -3 HP Attack 1))

Her savior was just tackled to the ground by a very aggressive looking chick. Just flippin great! Mary was yelling at him and he was simply looking at her. He even asked permission to leave. Boy, he was a pushover! Perfect!

She moved toward them, that alive feeling suffusing her the more she moved and the more the plan formed in mind. A bat flew low, dangerously low, coming after her. She turned and moved to defend herself, not quite sure what she was doing past that it caused a deeper pain in her side. She turned and found Grant close, collapsing against him, breathing hard.

Her heart was thundering. Nothing she'd ever done: not jumping off the bridge into the river or getting that fake tattoo and showing her mom ever made her feel quite this good before. She felt beyond amped.

The bat seemed less than enthused about her and darted in again toward them.

"You have to help me!" she begged. "My ribs...I think they're broken."

The bruising and the almost black patch on her side certainly attested to the idea that something was severely wrong with her.

You know what happened when Hawke got sad? She hit things. So when a Bat came at her and Anders hug time, boffer blade came up and hit that bat.
Hard.


Sadly she was still sniffling, and once she'd hit it, she felt even worse. She was supposed to be the Champion of Kirkwall. And she couldn't even kill a ******** Fade Whale Space Demon Fade Bat Space Demon Baby.

She was under leveled and had gotten Anders dragged into this somehow and now they might die.

It was at that point Hawke's sniffles turn into actual tears.

(Bat HP: 2)

Felicia let out a pained moan and Felix looked at her. “Is your arm injured?” Well, no duh. There was a reason she had yelped. Normally, Felix probably wouldn’t have given a damn and gently keep tugging her along, but this time he stopped to stay by her side. They weren’t under normal circumstances. Everyone had been painted in various colors and then attacked by monster bats. That was hardly normal. He cradled her arm and inspected it—having a doctor mother taught him a few things. “It’s not bleeding, so that’s fortunate.” He was startled to find that Felicia stubbornly kept attacking her bat until one final punch sent the creature into a pitiful fit of sobs. “I’m glad you feel good, but maybe we should do something about your arm.” He wrapped an arm around her waist—her arm was injured, after all—and attempted to guide her toward Callum and Layton.

“Your hand hurts. That’s great. You’re not going to care about that at all?” He idly pushed away one of the bats before cocking an eyebrow as the bespectacled girl settled herself on the spectrum road. Although he barely knew Layton, this was definitely not the usual her. She was much meeker than this. Then Felix turned toward Callum, who was much more of a crybaby than usual.

He couldn't understand why everyone was so upset, or angry; it was a great day, the stars were shiny, the road was bright, and everyone was a different color. Well, perhaps that was why? Maybe they didn't like being colored differently.

He dug back into his pocket, pulling out a small container that he had felt early, but had dismissed as a good weapon. It contained a handful, maybe enough for 2 or 3 people, of ibuprofen, and he bounded around looking for the people who needed it the worst.

He heard someone say that they thought their ribs were broken, and he bounded over that way. They could probably use some painkillers, and he grinned happily as he did.

She wasn't alone, there was a red girl, and a blue boy with her, but Ian didn't let that stop him. "Hiya! He chirped, and then brought up the reason he stopped by them. "I've got painkillers if you want them." he said, and then waited for a response.