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The unnatural fervor in her blood was all thanks to the same Fear that had changed her from Hunter to Horseman. In some ways, she still had her own brain -- she used The Lady like she knew how, lined up strikes the way she had practiced at Deus -- but everything else was slush. The temporary horseman understood the words coming out of Jack's mouth. They just didn't make sense to her.

"Try dying," she hissed, screwing up her face at him. Horseman Hanna was not as clever. Pity. Something lost in translation? This was what she would tell herself later.

As the horseman reared back to strike again, she was caught off guard by another party entering the fray. "Hrm," she intoned. But it was more like HRMPH! because Ever threw his entire body at her, pinning her to the ground. She struggled beneath him, landing knees and punching and eventually fighting to pry her way back on her feet using the business end of the weapon she held.

The temporary pony wrenched herself free by force and then -- oh, hey, look another Hunter was trying to kill her. Better her than Medea, she thought, falling back into an aggressive stance. The weapon felt comfortable in her hand as she moved toward him.

Then she stopped. Golden eyes fell to the weapon she held, as her gray skin melted back to tan. Her weapon froze mid-air, and she eased it back down as black and blue robes returned to her familiar coat. A nagging buzz burned in her ear and it took her a moment to realize it was Adelpe talking.

Finally you are back. Honestly, do I have to do all the work around here? Can you at least try to avoid mind control this time?

Oh, right. She had attacked Jack. And Ever. Whoops! Just another day at Deus, amirite?

*ROLL YOUR DICE*
*RP GOES HERE*

Amrita's eyes narrowed at the backhanded comment, and the part of her that was still the innocent patchwork only barely managing to resist the rather childish retort of Hey I'm still new at this, shut up! Instead she folded her arms and tilted her head to look down at the petite form, the frown still set on her features.

"I am not incompetent." It was better than the childish alternative, anyway. Still, as the form fell into defensive step beside her, she felt a surge of pride, and an overwhelming sense of comfort. This felt right somehow, despite it all. It wasn't something she wanted to question - her pride certainly got in the way of it - and instead she turned, allowing her tag-along to do just that.

Yet, as she made her way back into the fray, she took a detour, following a rather angry voice right to her Wheel of Fortune, Night. When she saw him he was worse for wear, and she wasted no time in getting between her precious cat and the two Hunters near him, her claws out to defend him from the pair of strangers.

"Having fun?" She asked him, her voice pitching with amusement.

He struck at Medea once more. Surely he would be the greatest reaper if he was the one to land a killing blow? He would be renowned. Famous. Every scareling in the land would know of his greatness.

Lock was very much not himself, but he was also not entirely someone else. The desires were that of Lock, maybe exaggerated and only brought to light due to his ... current state, but they were very much the desires of man.

It had taken him forever to get there. Bastion had been hiding under dead bodies with Lushka, waiting for Noni to come get him. It was time, he supposed, to go out and try to find her.

He left Lushka safe in their makeshift hiding place, and finally passed through the portal. Medea was being attacked left and right, and Bastion immediately felt pressed to protect her, when the sight of Noni changed his mind. She was surrounded by humans, and Bastion could not stand for it.

His scimitars were in his hands, as he ran forward, screaming animalistically as he cut down on one of the villains who dared touch his cousin.

Night wanted to attack again, he wasn't quite ready to register he was on the verge of dying. He was about to lunge at Maebe again, draw her into the claws and tear open that stupid bitchy face of her when Amrita stepped in front of him.

He went from being super angry to almost wilting. She was seeing him where he was failing, she was going to be upset!

"It was fun till they came back to life!" Night whined, tail whipping back and forth. "They were dead once before and I was gonna bring them too you!"

And then he whispered, "But the b***h called me a bad kitty and I'm not. I'm not a bad cat!" He looked to Amrita for confirmation.

With a breathless sort of panic, Ever swung back at the horseman -- only for her to slide back toward human under his weapon. And, as she did, he attempted to divert the blow, swinging sideways instead, so that he struck now-Hunter hanna only with a pointy elbow.

His stiletto, instead, caught in Pachua. And he had a moment to look horrified before Medea's barrier overtook him and he went limp. Unconscious.

He'd mostly stood away from everything, far from the chaos, but now Gale slowly began to make his way forward, gripping the sniper rifle in his hand as tightly as he could. Jinhai made a soft noise of encouragement rather like a sigh.

If Stormy was here, Gale wasn't sure she would want to see him after...everything that had happened, but maybe it would be over now.