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"CAMI!" He cried in alarm as the charred hand tore into her. He couldn't defend her, he'd failed to defend her. Was that his punishment for not wanting HER kind of power?

"I think… people FORGET all the things they used to believe were eternal, how's it feel to be waiting on fragments to forget you were more than a whisper around a campfire b***h!"

And then he was falling, the world turned to chaos and then into horrible, biting cold that sucked the air out of his lungs and brought tears to his eyes.

He swore, a sharp and startled plosive sound as he struggled back to his feet. It took everything he had to drag himself back towards the portal, even then he had to use Noni to hold himself up against the terrible gusts that seemed to have taken a personal and vested interest in knocking him back

Noemi startled as she felt another power, much more then hers. Much more then she could ever achieve. Caelius, their leader, the death lead. His path of rampage took her and another hunter by surprise, her shield breaking as Caelius swiped it for himself and sent her careening back into a portal.

She didn't have time to register what was happening until she was sinking into black. A thick darkness. Isolated and alone. She screamed, she screamed for hours...

Days. Years. It felt like forever. There was nothing, she was nothing.

And as quickly as she had disappered in it, she had returned, shaking. This world, that world. She had no idea where she was anymore. Weakened, darkness. Fear. She was so scared, why had she come here again. She was nothing in this game, nothing on this chess board.

"M...Milo...Milo...Shu...anyone....." She clutched her weapon as the only think to keep her safe, curling herself into a ball. She couldn't do this, She couldn't.

"Once long ago King, you'd prefer your time in a room with screens and a throne." Dakota whispered in Wilson's ear, before moving back, laughing at the flick on his forehead. "This is why I like you King." Dakota let his gaze rest on Wilson's, as the king closed himself off again before shrugging. "Flirting is part of the description, sorry, no can do."

But before he could launch another attack, he was careening into a portal of black. Thick and inky. Isolation from others. The lieutenant who needed warmth of another body to survive, the race that needed love and affection to power his core.

He didn't panic though, he could not. No matter how he floated in this stasis, he would return to the one who called him. That was his right and duty.

And it was so when he back from the darkness, shaken and a bit less cheerful but back with his king, to the side he was meant to be with.

He didn't make a sound though. "Tell me your orders again king..."

He was ready for another swing: grip on his weapon twisted, adjusted, and feet planted in preparation, feeling better about the stiletto than he had since first he laid eyes on it. Ever planted his feet, drew in a breath, and Caelius's swung: the air off his weapon leaving him blinking, baffled, halfway turning again to see what the hell had just happened.

It was his first interaction with this particular lead, and he should have had the sense to keep his mouth shut. Except when people laughed about how problematic Caelius could be, how much trouble you could get in, they never quite mentioned what he looked like, and this certainly wasn't the image that had gotten into Ever's mind. His expression, instead of worried, went indignant. Eyebrows knitted and the corners of his mouth tugged downward into something like a scowl.

"What the hell?" He'd been doing so well, he thought. Solid blows. A bit slow, but --

"You can't just --" And for Ever, at least, the drop through the portal saved him, in a way, because he didn't get the opportunity to chew Caelius out. The flames he fell into tugged at the bottom of his coat, and turned Amory into a blazing hot brand in his hand, and for a moment, it was too overwhelming for him to do anything but freeze. They whipped at his shield, probing and testing, and before they could get past, he took off.

The portal was much too far. It felt like miles, even if it wasn't a fraction of that, and it took all his strength and will to tug himself through: childhood threats and scolding from his father echoing in his mind and he finally scrambled free and back into the midst of the fight.

Singed.

After a good, long while, Maebe was able to get back on her feet, and do what she did best.

As little effort as possible.

*Roll for portal below*

He came to the battle late, perhaps better that way given his own proclivity to fall onto pointed things from the past. He didn't expect to be thrown through a portal, not when he already thought that the world couldn't get much more terrible. He was trapped as a weapon for a shadow of himself that was somehow better, why was it shadows and mirror copies were always somehow the 'better' version of yourself?

"Well… good thing we aren't the shell of a monster you normally are…isn't it" Hissed his 'better' self as they landed in the terrible biting cold. "You're rather…adverse to cold like so many reptiles aren't you? Not that it stopped you from having a very FOOLISH crush in the past on a ghost."

//Shut UP and get us back… if I'm going to be your weapon, you'd better make good use of this. People shouldn't -waste- a sacrifice…willing or not.// He chided himself in return and got a curled lip and a scoff in return.

"Sacrifice…pah, it's so much BETTER to be the hero, we're going for the SPOTLIGHT darling, and we mean to be alive to enjoy it."

Upon seeing Caelius there, along with all the other hunters, Shun couldn't help but tense up somewhat from his end of the mirror. He gritted his teeth, watching as the two clashed. If nothing else, the damn Death Lead was a strong ally for now.

Then, all of the sudden, chaos erupted even further. It looked like the hunters were being sucked into or falling through portals.

He didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, he didn't really care what happened to them. But on the other, they needed the manpower right now. The reaper sighed and watched on as his insanity shade gripped his blades, also watching the happenings.

"Keep ignoring them. Medea is the key to going home," he urged. It likely wasn't too far from the truth. There wasn't really much telling for what would happen to Halloween if her plan succeeded. There was a hint of just what that'd be back when they first visited the isles. Citizens reduced to being fugitives and emergency sources of FEAR. Yeah. He didn't want that.

The shade lashed out at the figure of Medea some more, going along with Shun's words for the time being.

She almost scrambled away from the touch, though she knew it to be a friendly one. Her gaze rose to Stormy's and she shook her head.

"The darkness, Stormy..." She switched to Spanish, gripping Melusine tighter, until her knuckles were white,

She closed her eyes, "I can't be brave, I can't do this here. It's too much. It's too much to ask of me. of anyone." She tried not to let tears trickle, only a few escaped. "What do I do...what do I do Stormy?"