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Gale had not expected for the demon to attack himself - or rather, he had not believed that someone like the sleepy, clawed creature would protect anyone other than himself. But the shriek from the hoofed one, the angry declaration of "HE'S MINE!", made Gale wonder just how close the pair of them were.

The thought of it made him somewhat bemused, but the fact that thorned vines were currently twisting up and over the couch, entangling themselves around the demon's body, made any sort of thought other than the task at hand fly out of his mind.

Blood was starting to seep through the demon's clothes, trailing down his neck, pooling against his collarbones. His own claws had started to dig into his skin, and Gale watched with a sort of morbid fascination, trying to figure out how the thorns worked, exactly. Though the gesture of protection was a little unexpected, he should not have been surprised; after all, the three female creatures had all attacked him after he'd captured one of their own; it seemed the males were the same way.

A thorny vine crept around the back of the couch, tearing the fabric. He wasn't sure who the "both" referred to that Barth was talking about, but he doubted the demon had any concern for the well-being of a hunter; which meant that Gale was not moving from where he was, the gun still trained on the hoofed one.

His eyes moved to Bix, very briefly, before he went back to peering through the telescopic lens of his sniper rifle.

"Don't we still need him?" he muttered, very quietly to the white haired hunter, in a voice so low that only Bix, right beside him, would be able to hear it.


[ Location: Couch
HP: 4/4 ]

It all seemed to happen so fast.

The first thing Freya noticed was the failed attempt from a hunter beside her. A hunter wielding a wheel as a weapon. The same hunter who'd given her the wound that just wouldn't go away. The same one that had killed Herryk that first time.

She lunged.

Freya was in no condition to fight, and she didn't make it more than an inch closer to Before, before a second hunter dealt the final blow. She cringed inward, her hand wrapping her stomach even as it started dissipating, and her eyes instead rose to give Calder a fierce, proud glare. She'd done exactly what she'd planned, all along, and the pride of dying a good death burned fiercely in her eyes.

She'd taken the focus off Calder and Barth for as long as she could. It was up to Calder, now.

Half of a whisper managed to leave her lips before her body burst into Fear particles.

"Get him, Calder. And tell Herryk-"

Her lips were nothing but particles in the air before she could finish her sentence.

Calder looked at all the weapons pointed at him, narrowing his eyes at all of them. He could tell they were healthy just as a predator could distinguish the sick and weak from the rest, and like all predators, knew these humans would be hard to take down. He didn't even have water. On land, he was at a disadvantage, but he was here, and Barth was in their custody. They had what was his and he would not leave until his herd was complete.

Calder had called dibs on the demon WAY before they did.

It only hurt more from this point. His friends had vanished, and then Freya was attacked. She had already been so weak before, barely standing, and she was easily taken down with one last plea to him to get Barth. They were ruthless and wouldn't wait on Calder. Soon they woudl attack and he didn't have the time to debate. To further push his decision, they had attacked the demon by kicking him.

Ears back, Calder raced over to the demon and grabbed him into hsi arms, pulling him back with him and off the couch. "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" He shouted, and remembered what the demon said. Looking down, he noticed the pendant gleaming on his chest. It....it looked a little familiar. Like the one that had hung from a tree in the woods many months ago.

While he didn't know magic, he at least didn't trust accessories that didn't look as if they belonged. Calder reached around the boil's neck, taking the scarves off with it, and tossed them at the couch. He then hugged the boil tightly, determined not to let him go, and gave a solid glare up at one of the hunters (Ariane). "I won't leave you." Calder stated with firm determination to Barth.

HP: 9
Location: C4
Attack: Headlights Y2
Damage: 0
Target: Ariane

Year Two/Hunter Trainees: 1d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1, 2: Miss
xxxxx 3, 4: Success!
Effect: Opponent skips their next turn; User takes an additional turn.

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The Igor dropped with enough force that set him bouncing and tumbling, but at least there wasn't any accompanying explosions. Head reeling, he wobbled his way into a sitting position, eyes scanning across the room before locking on- MASTER! And... and Calder! He looked ok, too! But where was Miss Freya? His stomach clenched. No time, no time, no time- he lurched to his feet, slowly gaining momentum as he sidled over to B2 and surged forward in a rush towards the couch, fists balling tighter with every step....

He was COMING, Master!

HP: 29/40
Landed on: A2
Moving to: B4

OOC: NM DERP PINCH LIED TO ME

More people had started to arrive - or rather, more creatures. Gale, attempting to sidestep the vines creeping around the demon, smelling the coppery tang of blood in his nose, nearly fell off the couch, which was not a good thing.

Neither was the fact that the hoofed one had reached Barth, attempting to free him, and he was closely followed by an enormous, hulking blue mass of another creature, followed by one that looked as if it belonged in a Tim Burton movie.

<< Looks like the Calvary has arrived. >>

Not hardly, Ginny.

There was another one - this one held a...guitar? But Gale's attention was drawn more to the ones rushing the couch and the demon they were holding hostage.

"Hold it right there," Gale said, and swung his rifle around to point at the igor-ish looking one.

But before he could shoot, the couch beneath his feet gave a low growl - the couch was growling.

That was not a good sign, and Gale's eyes dropped from the igor for a fraction of a moment, his balance slightly off kilter as he gave an apprehensive glance to the couch.




[ Location: Couch
HP: 40/40
Target: Christof
Damage: 0 - WHAT A FAIL ROLL, GALE ]

With a muffled snarl, Christof's head jerked to the Hunter that had made the mistake of aiming his weapon at him. He hurled himself forward, leaping onto the Couch as Fear bristled down his left arm, the twisting spikes tearing through his tattered jacket once more as he swung. The massive fist contacted with tender human flesh with a horrible CRACK, his right swinging around to join in, and his OTHER right soon shot out from under his jacket for it's own sudden blow. He would rip them all to pieces, he would punch them into pulp, how DARE they take his Master!

HP: 29/40
B4 to Couch
Fear: Battle Cry Y2
Target: Gale
Damage: 16









Year Two/Hunter Trainees: 7d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1: Miss
xxxxx 2-4: Hit
Damage: Add up remaining dice.

Much to Roch's astonishment, the tile sent him flying as soon as he landed a hit. He fell on his a** on a few tiles behind him, then got to his feet quickly, shaking it off. Then, before anyone could attack him, he raced forward, dodging around the holes in the ground to get closer to the couch.

((Landed on A1
Moving to B4
HP: 20/30))

After landing that delightful punch square into the false-reaper's face, Herryk's world was turned upside down. No, literally. Immediately after the impact of fist to nose, Herryk was soaring through the room. He landed in a corner with a hard thud. It took him a moment to regain his composure.

With a very feral snarl, Herryk glared around the room.

HP: 11/30
Landed on: B5
Moving to: A1 (via room-toss!)