Ofelia flailed unhappy as her elf continued to try and touch her, pulling her onward, and she brought her elbow down heavily on the creatures head. It was too much like the dolls, she was having a really nasty flashback, and the teen managed to get it partly away before she looked to Sherry. "Good, good, we gotta get away from whatever that is. Ah...don't wanna go there, not wit' her. That's not Julie, that thing isn't right."
The elf was back, touching again, and Ofelia prepared to knock it down once more.
redheaded, one-eyed hunter wielding a set of blades knuckledusters. loud, proud, oddly properly attired for the current temperature levels hates horsemen with a passion and unafraid to show it. slightly more biased towards students, perhaps
"Postponed," Madison called to Leon, then flailed as the - what the ******** was that, some... some kind of happy elf or something?! God. But she was deeply disturbed at how it seemed to be tugging her closer and closer to the edge. That vortex did not look good.
"Let go of me, a*****e!" she snarled, driving both of Kouki's blades down through the top of the elf's head. She stumbled forward a bit more, but she had most definitely done some serious damage. Oh yes. But apparently not enough to make it let go....
He flailed his arm as his particular elf somehow managed to regain some of its figure. Smiling, it tugged Wilson toward the vortex even more while he flailed his arms around wildly. He would have swatted at the elf with his cannons, but it took all his attention to stumble forward rather than fall down and be dragged by the elf even more than he already was.
"Agreed. It's not right. Not in the least." And Sherry really didn't want to go with the fog things, either.
She gave the gross little fog creature a smack with the butt of her glaive. It didn't even seem to the phase the creature. It just kept pulling.
"These things don't give up easily." Sherry had every intention of resisting the pull, though.
Elf HP: 8/25 Distance: 29
Attacking her elf. Damage done: 7
Your Character's HP: 50/50 Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: + Life Hunters gain one free heal they can use whenever in battle. Intermediate 2d10-4 Runic Items OR Artifacts used: -- Damage / Healing / Defending done:
Sherry is an Intermediate Life Trainee, mid-height, shortish blonde hair, weilding a glaive. Items carried: 1 set Runic bandages, 1 Dionysis's Wine Artifact Flask (1 Heal of +10HP)
Wilson managed to regain some of his footing. It was enough to allow him to once again point his weapon at the elf and fire off another round of gas. The green gas billowed around him and for a moment he thought it was enough to stop the elf from pulling him forward, but then Wilson jolted forward.
The shriek of surprise made his head hurt a little, but it was understandable as Ami came bounding over, throwing her arms around Kat in a hug. Gale took a step sideways, out of the line of fire, but a second later something warm and soft was around his abnormally bare neck - Ami's scarf.
He turned his head to give her a look, which was half exasperated, half grateful.
"I'll be fine," he said, and with a sharp jolt of his gun downwards, he smashed the butt of the rifle into the elf's head.
When the elf tried to put its grubby little shadow-hands on him, Sharra instantly recoiled, giving the creature a swift boot to the head for its trouble. "Aww hell no." He snapped, too worried and in pain to spend a large amount of time on the tiny minions. However, it seemed that they were persistent buggers.
Shik growled when his battle was interrupted, only to have -
- fog. He bristled and tensed, awaiting the same figures form before to fill his vision. Rather, something else decided to intervene: a human-sized smiling figure he vaguely recalled from the Haunted House, one he had mostly ignored in his quest to get the hell out. Now it was unavoidable.
But for now, he'd have to deal with the damnable minions it spawned. Time to sharpen the dagger on some foggy flesh.
As Shun warned him, he also felt a drag from his leg. Time to wake up his brother and let him help a bit. He poked his second head and waved to the reaper boil. "Ok! Talk later then" He was kinda happy to see they are safe, not dragged into the vortex like the head priestess figure. He swung his leg in order to get rid of the elf-like thing. "Stop pulling me and laughing! Do you know your voice is so disgusting?!"
[Distance: 20] Elf's HP: 25/ 25 Damage: MISS
Your Character's HP: 19/ 30 Fear/ Charges used: Y1 BC Bonus Battle Effect: N/A Runic Items OR Artifacts used: 3 Peppermint Candycane Distortion used: N/A
Hm. Perhaps he should strike the fog after all. They seemed to be interfering with the flow of battle. As one of the little creatures started to pull him towards the center of the vortex, he got ready to kick.
"STRONG KICK!" he shouted.
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Name: Tseng Lee Distance: 32 Your Character's HP: 40 Fear: y2 Mind Bonus Battle Effect: n/a Distortion: 2 Appearance: Short Conquest horseman with a bow. Damage: 3
This was most certainly not the type of place Eva had wanted to end up. Just what was going on here? She glanced around quickly to ensure that everyone had made it, sticking close to Ryan just in case. The sight of so many Halloween creatures and Horsemen made her bristle--after all, while she didn't have anything personal against either of them, the latter group was always extremely aggressive, and some members of the former were too. And with Ryan and Kat as they were...
Well, at least the other hunters were here.
"Are you okay?" She murmured to Ryan, shooting him a brief, worried look before turning to scan their surroundings, "What is going on here? ...And is that--"
Not more fog, not more empty smiles, not more people calling out his name but not being able to find them. s**t. s**t. The whispers painfully reasserted themselves, and he lightly slapped his face to get it together. His group - his horde - was here somewhere. He had to find them.
First he had to wade through the throng of people. And the creature who was trying to get in the way.
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2, 7Total: 9 (2-16)
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Jake hissed angrily at the elf clinging to him and summoned the tonfas, using the blunt end to smack at it. "Get. Off."
HP: 40/40 Action: Attacking elf Result: 3 dmg Remaining distance: 34 Elf HP: 22/25 Items:Tusk of Ares, hand torch, barrier daggers Blurb:5' 7" death trainee. Currently missing his sash.
Your Character's HP: 23/50
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