Ying was done with this little s**t. Her brother was not shooting him dead fast enough for her liking. It was like the old sayin went. If you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself!
The tiny pony reared and with a great shouting she began stamping Melvin with every fiber of FEAR in her body. Every stomp of her hoof was one beat of anger for each wrongdoing the hunters had committed. Once for killing her mother, once for her family's house. Once for all of the beautiful garments that had been completely obliterated.
Pissed pony was pissed.
Ying is attacking Melvin 1 Turn Left @ Berserk
Your Character's HP: 40/40 Fear used: 0/1 Bonus Battle Effect:beserk mode | medea's blessing Runic Items OR Artifacts used: n/a Distortion used: n/a Damage / Healing / Defending done: 18
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Ying looks like this. Currently in mount form, a white horse with saddle that looks something like her dress.
Jing heard the whinny of irritation from his sister. And watched as she began to lay the hoofdown on the blonde hunter. It was almost a pitiful sight.
But something needed to be added for good measure. SO after a cleansing breath and imaginging him as the cruel murderer of their family, one little arrow went after the knee of the white cloaked victim. "Please, expire quickly and with grace."
Jing IS ATTACKING (Melvin)
MoonKitsune
Chimarii
Your Character's HP: 40/40
Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: horsemen are rolling 2d8-4, can activate their "mount" form and roll three turns of 2d12 - 6 Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: Fear collection: 2 Individuals attacking Jing: 1 2 3
The dog thing was still focusing on Mimsy (who in turn looked like she could take a hit or two and be okay) so the Sun turned her attentions elsewhere. Melvin and Jerry were having troubles, more specifically Melvin at the moment because he was being stomped on by a horse, and Ofelia quickly moved across the battlefield to reach him.
She didn't say anything as she moved forward to strike with her weapons, landing a strong hit in the process. The runes flared, begging to be used, but the redhead wanted to wait. There was something coming, this was just a quiet before the storm, and after she struck she jumped back and positioned herself in front of Melvin.
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
Not heading Jerry's advice had wound up nipping him in the bud, and now he had the two creatures from before getting a bit more personal. A entire horse was beating down on his shield, and from afar, another was still shooting arrows at him like a d**k Robin Hood. He didn't hear what he said over all the whinnies of the white horse trampling down on his shield, making it crackle under the weight.
DO SOMETHING!!
I AM!
He grabbed his bandages, hoping to keep his shield up to keep this pony off of him. Damn horse! "GET OFF ME, YOU SACK OF DOG MEAT!"
Mort heard a larger blast and was momentarily stunned by how deafening it was. The second he found out the nasty hit had been aimed at his bro, however, logic left him.
The careful charge he would have had for the sun hunter crumbled as the zomboil lunged with a howl, mindlessly violent as his species was known for. He couldn't get purchase, but the instinct to tear into flesh was too overwhelming for him to consider tactics or self-preservation.
"You look like you could use a hand." Certainly Jerry could have too, but Cass stepped in to give said hand to the newbie (who probably didn't like her at all still. Whatever.) without a moment of fear.
Lots of ponies jumping on him? Well, it could have been worse! Could have been poppa-Conquest (She didn't see the heir around either. Hmmm).
Your Character's HP: 60/60 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Bonus Battle Effect: - Moon Boost (Hunter level +3, used 1/3 times)
Runic Items OR Artifacts used: NA Distortion used: NA Defending done: 9
Alexander was quite content to sit there and gnaw on a hunter arm. He was basically just getting a mouth full of jacket sleeve with no blood or flesh to be had but he was thinking he could make short work of that.
Until something exploded into him, sending him falling backwards, sprawled out on the snowy ground.
But zombies were nothing if not resilient. And stubborn. And bloodthirsty, especially when a member of their horde joined the fray. He pushed himself back to his feet, head tilting from side to side as though stretching out the kinks in his neck.
"Hey, Mort!" He greeted his zombro, before he lunged forward again, mouth gaping, hands grasping for anything they could grab.
Jerry was zombie and tiny hippo chow, whether he wanted to be or not.
ALEX IS ATTACKING JERRY Alex's HP: 32 Fear/ Charges used: 0/3 Y1 BC, Y2 TF, Y3 HL Bonus Battle Effect: medeas gift-used Runic Items OR Artifacts used: 3 X candycanes-unused Distortion 0 Damage done: 7
jing could tell that the human was wavering, the boil looked as if he was going to crack at any second. Finally, they would have honor brought back to their family.
he was watching carefully, calmly and waiting for the right time to strike, now that Ying went back to being a calmer sibling, he was just waiting to make the shot.
jing knew he should have expected it, still when it happened, it was quick. the slash that came from the fire haired ghoul that blocked his attention and then there they were. "No, stop and desist human, out of the way!"
but it was too late. The humans crowding around their weakened counterpart, the slim foal that was protected by the more sturdy stallions and mares. It was aggravating. "So close so close SO CLOSE." he stomped, irritable, and for once, angry. smooth pale skin gave way to greyish hide and black hair grew long and pale green in color. The stallion gave in to his baser instincts and with a snort, barreled away on his hooves toward the blonde foal and crashed into the shield with force.
Jing IS ATTACKING/ DEFENDING/ HEALING (Melvin)
MoonKitsune
chimarii
Rown
Your Character's HP: 25/40
Fear/ Charges used: 0/2 Bonus Battle Effect: horsemen are rolling 2d8-4, can activate their "mount" form and roll three turns of 2d12 - 6 (1st turn) Runic Items OR Artifacts used: N/A Distortion used: Fear collection: 3 Individuals attacking Jing: 1 OFELIA 2 3
When was the last time this guy washed his leg, human meat was so NASTY-
He tried spitting, but it was kind of hard with a snout instead of a normal mouth. Jerky stupid human, with his weird hairy legs and oily pink skin...
He jumped with his little fat legs, aiming the crown of his head at the offending hunter's crotch.
torgy
Your Character's HP: 23/40 Fear/ Charges used: he hasn't used any okey Bonus Battle Effect: + 1 Medea's Blessing: You can use your distortion crystal to heal yourself to full health one. This is applicable to initiates and horsemen. + Distortion crystal effect still works in battle, make sure to state it when you are using it. This is applicable to initiates and horsemen. + All damage modifiers for horsemen are -4 for the duration of this fight only. That means horsemen are rolling 2d8-4. + All horsemen can activate beserk mode for the duration of this fight/ rp only. They can activate their "mount" form and roll three turns of 2d12 - 6. (3rd turn)They can only use this once. This is applicable only to horsemen. Runic Items OR Artifacts used: n/a Distortion used: -4 modifier Damage / Healing / Defending done: ...15 >_>
The scent of ice cold snow filled his senses as Gale jerked away, inhaling sharply. For a moment, he was disoriented, swaying unsteadily on his feet, but the sounds of fighting jerked him back into reality.
...Jinhai..?
<< Still here, kid. Can't get rid of me that easily. >>
There may have been a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Can't hurt to try.
With a grimace, Gale staggered to his feet and began running, swinging his rifle around. He wasn't going to go for any of the Halloween side - not now, not after what he'd said to Mei - but the horsemen were an entirely different subject.
Especially when they were taking down a hunter, even if the one being attacked had first thought he was a girl. Gale hoisted the weapon with his good hand, the strap digging into his shoulder, and aimed at the nearest one he could see, a volley of bullets exploding from the barrel.
His eyes snapped wide open. Wilson stared into nothingness as he continued to lie on the ground. The hunter tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but it took more effort than he had imagined. He grimaced and rubbed his arms as he hunched over sluggishly. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the clash of weapons and battle cries, but he made no move to pick himself off from the ground and join the fray. A part of him refused to move from his spot; he put a hand to his stomach. He opened his mouth slightly, gagging as he lurched forward. Wilson reached for his throat and rubbed it. No, he didn’t want to rise just yet. He was too overcome with lethargy and an ill feeling settling in his stomach.
Loneliness wrapped him, a lingering feeling from some peculiar dream. Wilson searched the battlefield for at least one familiar face. He could spot Dakota easily, one of the hunters towering over the rest. Eva was also rushing across the battlefield, her purple a clear beacon to his observant eyes. For a split second, he almost failed to spot Kat with her short hair. Their appearances should have comforted him, ameliorated his desire for company, but paranoia only struck him instead. Panic gripped his heart as he scramble to his feet and he took a step away from them, away from everyone else standing around. Wide eyes stared into the faces of his friends and tried to stare into their eyes, gateways to their hearts and true intentions. He found answers that made him relax his shoulders, but then he peered into Ryan’s amber eyes. There it was. There was the desire to strike Wilson down once more, just like before. He would come for him again as penance for all his mistakes and sins, all of his failures. Common sense should have told him that it was all nonsense. They were his friends, but all logic had fled his mind.
He reached for his hood to drape it over his head. Dark red eyes stared at his fellow hunters from within the dim shadows. Why hadn’t he seen it until now? Friends were no longer friends. They had no reason to love him, only to hate him, for he had committed a grave error that could not be forgotten or cast aside to collect dust as time passed. He could trust no one. Everyone would come for him, should the chance ever present itself to them.
But he would be ready for it.
Wilson would trust no one. Only then would he truly be safe from another grisly death. He would avoid it at all costs. It didn’t matter if he was tired and his body ached; he would keep running. He would force himself to keep moving, for there was still so much on his list that needed to be accomplished, checked off one-by-one. He was lagging behind on his list of things. The hunter would have to make up for his shortcomings in order to finish, whatever his tasks may be. The exact details escaped his train of thought, but Wilson knew there was something dire that he had to do. The words were hanging on the very tip of his consciousness, but refused to make themselves known. But no matter what it was, he would accomplish them without fail. He would fulfill them all. Then, and only then, would he be able to rest. He would finally rest at la—
He blinked, furrowed his brows as he snapped out of his wild daze. A bemused Wilson grasped the side of his head with one hand while he tried to analyze the past few moments. He pulled down his hood and smoothed out his hair. What had…? His lips curled into a curious frown. What a curious sense of paranoia he had woken up in, but that had disappeared entirely now. He could remember remnants of a funny dream, where he could still vaguely recognize the fear and grief. Wilson held a hand to his forehead. But it was only a dream filled with white…right?
His usual friendly smile still adorned his face, but there small feeling of uncertainty lingering in his eyes. His brows were furrowed just slightly as if questioning whatever was told to him. Doubt flitted in and out of his gaze as he fought to drive away the benign hesitation. Wilson reached for his goggles so he could slide them over his eyes. Everything turned a calming shade of green and maybe no one would see the caution stuck inside him.
Jerry was howling- but not with pain, although that was part of it. Angy, loud, terrified noise escaping his lungs as the zombie bit and clawed and the small lumbering pile of rage tore into his leg. The sound only stopped as the creature rammed him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he fell, limp on the ground in a pool of his own blood, Roar vanishing in a burst of green light.
Your Character's HP: 12-7(+2 def.)=7-15= -8 ) -5/60 JERRY IS DOWN. Now defended by Melvin for: 2 Fear/ Charges used: 3/3 (no attacks used yet) Bonus Battle Effect: Sun Hunters gain a +3 attack buff (+3 for full) Runic Items OR Artifacts used: Not applicable
Rown rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9Total: 18 (2-20)
Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:29 pm
OFELIA IS ATTACKING ALEXANDER
Ofelia was pleased to see Cass, pleased to see Gale, and just as she was about to turn to Jerry to help (because Melvin looked good now) she was . . . a lot too late. The Hunter was down, tore into by a weird pig thing (Ofelia had never seen a hippo before) and a zombie.
A zombie that she'd said she wouldn't attack again because she felt bad.
A zombie who now had her wrath, regardless of the fact that Mort was standing right there and she'd always said she didn't want to attack students anymore.
But they'd taken down Jerry. She hadn't been able to protect him by fending off the enemy. Ofelia let out a sort of screech of unhappiness as she launched herself at the zombie with white hair, her blades tearing into him like they were greeting an old friend. He needed to back up, back away, and Ofelia stood over Jerry's motionless body.
"Ah dare ya, come at me." Her words were hissing, primal. The hippo-pig-pony horseman thing was almost entirely forgotten.
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
Rown
Friendly Hunter
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 4:30 pm
With having healed the hunter, Mei retreated before the hunter, or the horsemen and students around had a chance to even say anything to her. She only hoped, that the hunters were focusing more on the horsemen, rather than the students. Granted, there was not much they could do if they were attacked, but it was the horsemen and the initiates that were the true threat.
Weaving through the battlefield, she was careful not to draw too much attention towards herself, as she came across the blond hunter she had been seeking. "Gale!"
Mei's HP: 50/50 FEAR used: 2/3 Battle Effect: none Runic Items OR Artifacts used: none Distortion used: none Damage done: not attacking
Your Character's HP: 33 - 26 = 7/40 + 8 = 15/40
