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Shaheen saw a hunter approach the only other horseman in the room, and with narrowed golden eyes set in black, she strode forward, away from the wall she had been leaning back on with her arms crossed over her chest, letting her arms fall to her sides.

"Do not lie, you filthy white maggot." The elder war chieftain hissed, her insanity stricken eyes boring into the hunter, "You are here to stop us, as you always are. Do not even attempt to lie to us." The way Shaheen hissed out the word 'us', it was more as though she were still only talking about herself then the collective of herself and the other horseman in the room.

"Deceivers. Manipulating prevaricators." Her wings unfolded slightly behind her, their wisps of fog that formed at the tips of her feathers rising up in the air all around her form, as suddenly, her short sword appeared in her hand, and was lifted. "Step back, or we will liberate your head from your fabrication spewing neck."

The intent behind her words were deathly serious, even if holding up her sword made it feel like her arm might actually fall off....

She lowered her sword arm slightly.

That was only a bit better.

Shun gritted his teeth, eyeing the male that Chel was arguing with.

"Raise your weapon against us and I will ******** slit your throat. You may be 'hunters' but we are not your bloody prey," he hissed out as a warning. Typical hunter that one was, referring to him and his kind as things and needing to be exterminated.

He clenched his daggers, then eyed the hunter that took a cautious step towards him. The thing she said was along the same lines of what Solia had told him.

"Couldn't tell you why any horsemen are here but the haunted ******** house spit us out into the desert," he stated, having a somewhat more neutral tone as he spoke this time around. He did not dealing with the hunters, but if this one had the sense to offer information in return for information, he may as well honor that.

"I know there's been a s**t-ton of human deaths. Perhaps that should be what you're concerned with and not those affiliated with Amityville. Don't make yourselves the immediate problem and we'll be fine. For now."

He disliked diplomacy. If he had his way and the capacity to do so, he'd wipe out the hunters from existence. He could care less about the rest of humanity for the most part; the reaper knew the majority had nothing to do with this particular faction.

Shaheen was forced to lower her sword arm, inch by bare inch as she fought against whatever was draining her of her Fear the longer she stood there taking on an aggressive stance. The hunters words in return earned her a bark of laughter, and when the woman of war spoke again, it was from between clenched teeth, with her lip curled back in a snarl, with flecks of spittle peppering the air in front of her.

"Call it a preemptive strike, you spineless worm."

Her gaze slid towards the student that spoke next, the one she recognized as a Reaper, a brief flash of a smile lifting up her lips when he offered to slit one particularity loud hunters throat, though the expression was quickly gone when the exchange continued.

"They are always the immediate problem."

Eye sighed she didn't like the hunters any better than the next horseman, but killing each other didn't seem like it was going to solve anything. She didn't know how to get out of this tower, and she didn't think anyone else here did either. She turned to the elder and said "Please elder, this is not helping" The she turned to the hunter and said "I am Iounn of the Death clan, and I came in here following our high priestess.. and the speaker of death, we do not know what she intends to do, but Charon seemed very upset that she entered the tower at all" Eye paused hoping the elder wouldn't be angry at her saying this much to the hunter.

"On most days, I'd be inclined to agree with you," he said to the war horseman lowly, "But s**t's stirring. I don't know what, but I would rather focus on that rather than waste my energy on the likes of them."

The reaper rolled his shoulders, watching the others warily. Regarding Sammy's words, he just let out a scoff then spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm trying to be diplomatic here."

"Hell if I know," he replied to Hannah, "They were already dead from the sounds of things by the time we arrived. There's just a ******** load of clean up to do."

His eye shifted back towards Shaheen in thought. Of the three factions present, he still didn't know what the horsemen were up to exactly. It wasn't impossible that they had something to do with the deaths. Then, as if to answer his internal question, one of the others spoke up, explaining the horsemen agenda.

"Medea..." he murmured, furrowing his brow. It did always seem like the Priestess had something up her sleeve, though it was very hard to say what she wanted with this towerr.

Eye bowed her head out of respect for the elder and she sighed unsure what else to do, it was unlikely they would get out of here if they bickered forever. But Eye was merely a child compared to an elder, so she took the look for what it was a order and said nothing more.

When Eye stepped forward with a calm voice and began divulging information, Hanna's ears perked up, metaphorically, and every inch of her targeted the horseman that had piped up. The Speaker of Death, Charon, entered the tower... it was all filed away. "Hey, Iounn," she said, offering the girl a whisper of a smile. "I'm H, and also, strangely, from Death, though... obviously from your Death clan." The information felt simple, comfortable, friendly. Hanna wanted Eye to feel comfortable, the more comfortable the better.

When Jack sidled up beside her, Hanna felt better. The weird Fear-draining or not, the Death Hunter was not confident she would survive a fight in such close quarters. She felt certain Shaheen would go for her first.

Shun was talking too, the one who looked terrifyingly human, and even the other girl was piping up again, though she said nothing useful. The High Priestess, the leader -- the name Shun had said... Medea. Everything was already dead. So who had done it? After Jack piped up about Medea summoning something, Hanna shook her head. "Medea left you with no answers," Hanna said, not asking a question but instead pushing toward a direction she wanted to go in. "That must be frustrating. I hate it when Caelius does that to us, which is... always." Information for information, though Hanna tried to keep hers harmless.

Shaheen's reaction made Hanna felt more certain that this information was real. She sure as hell had no idea if any of it mattered, and it was all things that Caelius probably knew already. But still, it made Hanna feel good to be learning, gaining knowledge, growing. Unfortunately, Eye seemed to be shutting down. Hanna tried to find her eyes, to communicate: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you in trouble... Maybe then she would talk again.

"Spoiler H, and you're deffinetly not the H I know from Deus, but Caelius will also likely kill you at the drop of a hat, I've yet to meet a hunter that trusts or likes him. Hell I watched him nearly kill a group of hunters while trying to stop students."

She glanced at Shun shrugging a bit, "Making remarks about slitting throats doesn't really sound like that would be... diplomatic." Turning back to the horsemen she tusked. "Medea, now that's a threat, almost as insane as Caelius, and hell bent on destroying the world."

Leaning up off the wall she frowned, "If there was anyone you don't want to mess with it's her."