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He watched them struggle and grow weary and decided his breather had lasted long enough. There were no words, no typical battle cries from the War horseman as he dove down like a hawk, dagger summoned. Shik remembered the panic that had settled when he had killed the scruffy hunter with the computer months and months ago, when they had been caught in the grip of Death and Time. He wondered how much might ensue with this particular death, if at last the hunters would learn the meaning of fear when they learned of what happened here.

A vicious grin parted his lips as he sank his dagger into Charon's back in much the same fashion as he had then. He had longed to be Death's personal executioner, but this too was satisfactory.

Aeron shifted back as Charon's tendrils tried to reach for them, diving his sword deep into the grey as it let him go.

He watched carefully as Charon lost himself, lost his cause. He watched as the monster became that which was built to destroy them. A traitor.

Charon was a traitor.

Even more, their kind could be traitors.

"We leave." he looked at Ying as she picked up the weapon, growling. "Do you want to become him little conquestian? Become like him? That is the cause he has gathered. That is his choice. He is no longer one of us. He is worse."

It was over, done. Some unknown had finished the job that she had hoped to finish herself. Two points of glowing gold shot to the man, not recognizing, not realizing who he was to her. She belonged to the gold kingdom now, married to her job as Mengyao's general and to nothing else, to nobody else. He was the only important man in her life.....

The whispers surged, a white noise that drowned out all else as the ground opened up. Chains. Clawed hands reached towards her and she shuddered and laughed, her arms circling around her torso. "Bye bye now~" She hissed, stepping back, her inky black grin spreading across a fissured and grey face.

Things happened, but the significance of just what were completely lost upon her in this state. Somebody screamed, and the noise was like music, a sound that Shaheen swayed to in her broken minded state even as she took more steps backwards.

"We have more work to do." She whispered, eyes flickering towards her Emperor. "Our work is never done."

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Uttam rushed up the stairs, seeking Charon as soon as he could. The man would tell him what to do - how to do it. Charon was wise, Charon was noble. He knew the course they plotted, and would give him the direction he needed to overcome Medea.

Except he wouldn't. Uttam stood, shellshocked, witnessing the final moments of Charon's life. A pained whine leaked from his throat as the man unfurled into the weapon, and he stayed silent as he watched the ensuing conversation. He knew none of them save two - Medea's lap dogs. They left, and he soon followed.

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In the end Nergui had not needed to to dirty her own hands terribly. There were more then enough allies gathered to bring the Death horsemen down, despite the young Conquestian's interference. The priestess watched on in grim sort of satisfaction as the ground split beneath Charon's feet and hands rose up to drag him down. Insanity was consuming him, there was a certain sort of symmetry to it that left the dark skinned mare smiling until he had managed to grab onto a discarded runic weapon.

Glowing eye narrowed down as he tore into it, destroying it, to ripe the runes free and swallow them down. A truly puzzling move, until all was said and down and a weapon lay where the representative of Death had once stood. "Curious," she mused, dark features closing into chilly lines as she moved closer at least to peer down at the staff in Ying's hands.

Though her attention did jump to the artisan. "Of course we're monsters." She smiled again, through there was nothing friendly to it. "We are the riders of the apocalypse, the four horsemen." There was a cold thread of humor to her tone, and it sounded as if she had to fight to keep from laughing. "We are famine, we are war, we are petulance, and we are death." In what world would they ever lower themselves to stand equal with the citizens of Halloween, or worst, the humans.

Her head shook, whisping curls sliding over her shoulder and along cracked and ashen skin. "Naive child." Dark lips peeled back, baring her teeth in an almost snarl before she turned her attention to Shikoba, to Shaheen. To Jaida, and Aeron, and anyone else that stood with them now, united.

Ying said nothing as the others berated her and questioned her honor. It was an incredibly difficult task to undergo, considering for a Conquest horseman, pride was everything. To hear others taint her reputation was very difficult. Oddly, she thought of Jing in this moment. Her brother's name was being sullied without his consent. Would he disown her?

Still, Ying stood, bow poised to hit anything that moved aggressively. The others left peacefully, of which she was thankful for. A few horsemen threatened to break it, and Ying knocked an arrow towards them. "Come no closer. I do not wish to hurt anyone, but I will not permit a more heinous act than murder." Ying wished to preserve sanctity in death. No one deserve such torture.

Another horseman approached, clearly intent on grabbing the staff. Ying pointed an arrow directly at the famine horseman's forehead, the arrow head nearly touching the horseman's skin. "Leave this place. I am an elder of the Conquest clan and I will not allow you to defile this man." Ying was giving it a warning. She was very serious.

In an odd way, she was mourning Charon. But one couldn't hold a funeral when others were trying to play with the corpse.