She was so torn, torn and tattered, her shadow confused her even more. Was she loyal to their leader or a dead entity of Death? Charon was gone, who else could she follow now? Some of her own had slain him in Medea's name, others students, even hunters.
Who was the real target?
Dragged into another maelstorm of chaos the Mare grabbed a near by blade, the weapon twisting, shifting into her usual axe, hooked and vicious, but slightly larger she needed to find something, something to lash out at because she was just angry, she wanted to clear her mind she wanted to fight
Scanning the crowd she saw one of them, a student, just casually talking away. With a snap of her wings she shot forward towards the student barreling into her with axe held high. Damn her friend near by, and damn her little pet knight.
Nirva was out for blood.
HP:40/40 DMG: 10 Miss Buffs: 0/5 Buff: Crazy Pony!
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 9:53 pm
Amrita listened passively to the upset ravings of her subordinate and friend, and once he was finished, her expression softened empathetically. She held out her arms, ignoring the Knight at her side and the Hunters at her back.
"It's not your fault they are cockroaches." Her voice was smooth and sweet, meant to ease his mind. "You are a very good cat, I am so proud of you!" She turned once, to look over her shoulder at the closer of the two Hunters - the one that had no doubt put that terrible idea in her precious feline's head. "But let's not waste our time with these pathetic mouth breathers any longer, hmm?"
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Name of character: Amrita Faction: Halloween? - Alumni HP: 90/90 Abilities: 3d12-6, 12d4 Battle Cry, T3 Chill, T2 Swift Strikes BOSS HP REMAINING: -- DAMAGE DONE TO: -- DAMAGE DONE: -- INFECTED: 11
Oh yeah, Evan was there. He totally knew that. Yes, was totally like, in sync or something with the big guy and his gigantic sword. Or just... frustrated.
It probably wasn't much of a surprise that the Djinn was now going after him, full force. She seemed to pick on the 'small fries' and he was very much demonstrating that he was maybe fighting a losing battle with how poorly he was doing. "I try to be," he quipped back as he recovered from her attack.
The runes on the naginata glowed, a wind picked up and Milo swung tha staff in a llong arc, releasing that wind as it turned to razor edges upon the female who had hurt one of his deepest friends.
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Name of character: Milo Hale Faction: Hunter - intermediate Sun HP: 43/50 TARGET: Hadiyya DAMAGE: 7 CHARGE: 3/3 - USING
The attacks came in surprising succession; first the strike from a strange Lion creature - one that loomed overhead, with much too many teeth - and then from a tall, darker Horsewoman, one that she recognized briefly from fuzzy memories. She hissed at one and flinched at the other, but the petite knight at her side was doing her job of protecting her, leaving only the tail ends of the various attacks to make it through.
As Night jumped into her arms and nuzzled into her, the patchwork spun, lashing out with her free hand to swipe at the nearest offending mass of flesh - one that happened to be neither Horsewomen that had attacked.
"Oops." Amrita stilled, staring down at the felled form of one of her own. Sadly, she didn't sound as unhappy about her loss as she tried to be. The ghoul struggled, and shifted Her grip on Night to hold him closer under her chin, and simply continued her earlier conversation with him.
"I know you will, precious one. I know." Her voice was as smooth as ever, but her gaze was daggers at the two who had dared attack her only moments before.
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Name of character: Amrita Faction: Halloween? - Alumni HP: 81/90 Abilities: 3d12-6, 12d4 Battle Cry, T3 Chill, T2 Swift Strikes BOSS HP REMAINING: -- DAMAGE DONE TO: Lock, by accident whoops DAMAGE DONE: 16 INFECTED: 11
Night shifted immediately, jumping into her arms and wrapping his small paws around Amrita's neck. Of course he nuzzled, full purr on as one eye slid open at Maebe, Otto and Cami.
You were lucky humans, He wouldn't forget you though.
"Next time, I'll bring you their heads." Night purred out.
"Jesus, Jack, you're a real ladies man all of a sudden! Must be that horsemen are really into assholes." He backed off for a moment when another came charging on in, though she was apparently being somewhat taken care of by somebody else.
And then a new pony arrived, and pony b***h number one had some kind of shadow thing going on that Finn was not ******** touching with his ten foot lance thanks.
He switched targets, and swung at the new guy.
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Name of character: Finn Connor Faction: Intermediate Moon Hunter HP: 50/50 DAMAGE DONE TO: Targeting Bastion DAMAGE DONE:6 BOSS HP REMAINING: ??? Finn
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:01 pm
The knife sinking home earned a startled cry of pain and wings folding tight around him in a defensive shield of long feathers. He hissed, an explosive burst of air like a furious snake and pressed a hand to the wound, extending his hand to ward off any other attacks.
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Name of character: Pachua Faction: Faction: Student (himself again) HP: 14/30 DAMAGE DONE TO: HannaPony ?? -
Damage done do Medea so far 17
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:01 pm
He wasn't down for long. Just enough to hit the dirt, to go limp, and then his eyes opened again -- staring up at the battle, hit by the force that infused hunters on the battlefield, surprised by how short it had been, this time. Ever drew in a breath and brought his arms up to protect himself from any incoming attacks.
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Name of character: Ever Ambrodiel Faction: Hunter HP: 40/40 DAMAGE DONE TO: DEFENSE against 4 Weapon Counter: III
"Sorry," she said quietly. But hearing that people kept dying and coming back didn't make her feel one bit better. Stormy had spent too much time being a nuisance to her hunters, and she was determined to spend whatever remaining time she had doing something useful. Even if it meant just defending a trainee from the inevitable onslaught.
"I won't let you die, then."
She scanned beyond them and saw the familiar reddish-gold hair, hesitating. "Follow me," she said to Leslie after a moment, already quickly on the move to reconvene with Gale. Regardless of the turmoil of emotions inside her thanks to the enchantment and their previous encounter, Stormy had stowed it away for the mission's sake; she knew later they could talk it out.
"Gale," she called, beckoning him over. "Let's stick together, okay?" She'd introduce them later--right now she didn't want to burden Gale with the knowledge that this was the Leslie that had invaded her room.
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Name: Stormy Ortega Faction: Deus HP: 60/60 (0/5 no damage turns) Target: Damage: defending Leslie for 4 Charge: 0/3
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:04 pm
Running through her head was a crazed mantra; needing to find AJ, needing to fix AJ (then get to fixing the others, because that was was deep down her feelings were telling her).
But Maple needed to find the turned Horseman before she could actually do anything. And she couldn't. The witchling stopped in her tracks, her shoulders slumped and the tip of her broom hit the ground. She had the same defeated look she always wore back on her face. Urg... couldn't do anything right...
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Name of character: Maple Ziege Faction: Halloween - Reaper/Witch HP: 60/60 TARGET: DAMAGE: BLACK SEED BLACK SEED
With each passing moment, the fray got fray-ier, and Medea was still chugging away, mouth-breathing, and pissing Hanna off in general. It was cool, sure, to be a horseman hypothetically, but she didn't so much enjoy the part that made her attack her comrades and use words like priestess in anything other than a book report on ancient civilizations. Fatigue was vibrating in her arms, but she still lifted Adelphe, this time to stand guard over Ever.
They had taken swipes at each other's horseman-selves, but now Ever was down for the count and Hanna was not about to leave him. Golden eyes narrowed on the feathered thing that had struck out at her. "Don't take a step," she hissed.
Something stirred behind her, and she was surprised to see it was Ever. "Back so soon, captain?" Hanna asked, eyes never leaving Pachua. He had just attacked her, on top of being a Halloween creature. Double ew.
In order to buy Ever time to get it together, Hanna instead charged down Pachua, aiming a swipe at his side. It was barely a hit -- but hey, maybe it distracted him a bit?
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Name of character: Hanna Nowicki Faction: Deus Ex HP: 29/40 Target: Pachua Damage: 1
Name: Jack Hawthorn Faction: Deus HP: 50/50 (5/5 no damage turns up!) Target: Nergui even though shield he dont curr Damage: Charge: 0/3
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:10 pm
“HEY! NO!” HE protested, swatting outward with a wing to try and drive her back. “You were a horseman a moment ago!! ASK THEM!!” He mostly ‘backed up’ rapidly to get away from other strikes. “I’m fighting Medea! We’ve a common goal unless you’d rather they win!”
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Name of character: Pachua Faction: Faction: Student (himself again) HP: 13/30 DAMAGE DONE TO: HannaPony ?? -
Damage done do Medea so far 17
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Akina Tokuwa
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:10 pm
The moment Amrita's touched him, every ounce of annoyance, anger, paranoia left him. His eyes opened wide in terror, unaware of his surroundings, nor the atrocities he had committed in the name of Merlin. He was, once again, only Locksley Blackwood, of the underground caves. Only a boy. Not a warrior, not a soldier. A boy. Regardless of if Amrita cared about his death, it was still on her hands, at her call, at her disposal that Lock was eliminated from this world.
His body slumped to the ground with a sickening thud. Voodoo, however, did not. She refused to die, even if Lock's FEAR was waning. She instead detached herself from a bodily form, spreading over Lock in a whirl of shadowy haze. The swirling grew faster, more urgent as it mixed with Merlin's powers, lifting Lock gently off the ground and holding him up straight.
The mist hardened, becoming solid, strong blocks of metal. The shadows created armor, a sweet, sickening sheen reflected the bloodshed that erupted around him. Voodoo was not gone, nor would she ever allow herself to be gone from this world. She would always persist, as a weed through the cracks of a forgotten sidewalk. Even though she may not remain in the same form, she would always find a way to keep herself going. With or without Lock. This time, she chose to be his armor, only because she had yet to find a way to exist without him. He needed to be protected, only for now.
Lock's eyes opened, sclera's black and glasses crushed. No longer was he floating, but instead strong feet firmly grasped the ground. A cape fluorished behind him, but it was ripped, as though battle torn. He held on his chest a sigil. He looked to Amrita, and knelt on one knee, offering her one hand.
"My queen."
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Name of character: Lock Blackwood Faction: Students HP: DEAD. jk reborn as a BLACK KNIGHT - 45/45 DAMAGE DONE TO: MEDEA - 6 dmg This is Lock. Lock has Medea buff 2d8-5 Lock has 3d6-6 due to Amrita seeds!
