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Melvin hated the desert mainly because his first mission was to the horsemen lair to save some kidnapped hunters and it had been through the desert to get there. All he remembered, fresh from his pod, was that there were big millipedes and then he sort of blacked out for a time in some sort of suppressed state until he was in the lair. Somehow he got there, probably due to some mental self preservation to just keep following the others and not looking at the massive insects. This time around, he didn't seem to spot any. Then again, it was hard to see anything at all.

There was a moment of panic that he would be separated, lost, and then attacked, but the sand soon cleared up to what was the strangest scene before them. Horsemen before them, and some odd pyramid and columns that, seeing as they weren't blue, showed the runics were not familiar. Whatever was going on brought about a deep sense of curiosity to ask, but this wasn't one of those times.

A moment of quick panic to organize was sent out as everyone was shouted their instructions to keep the horsemen occupied as their mission leaders dealt with some miscalculation on their part and started to work.

Moving forward with his own weapon, he spotted the short figure of Gale further off firing at one of the horsemen and, moving over, also took aim. If anything, he could defend the hunter if Melvin found his own attacks lack any punch.

Which they did as he pissed. There were reasons why he stuck to just defending and this was it.

HP: 50/50
Target: Invictus
Damage: 0
Charge: 0/3
Runics: Runic Bandages, Daggers
Artifact: Sash of Tethys ]

Dakota shrugged as he was probably one of the few quite adjusted to the Sahara. He was native american, hot plains and sands were nothing knew. Added to the fact that his jacket as a hunter was sleeveless and just short enough that it didn't get caught in s**t.

yeah Dakota had it madeeeeeeee.

"Okay we'll be sure to stick close regardless." He let the huntress go and set himself as he was meant to do.

Moon the huntress so she wouldn't take damage! Not like moon her his a** but....Moon her in general....

In the sense of mooning division.

EVERYONE KNEW WHAT HE MEANT.

Dakota: 60/60
Defending: 10 (Dakota really likes Mimsy okay. Look at her and her cute headband scarf and headset and being a life hunter.)
Charge: 1/3

Normally, Jake hated wearing these headsets, they were a pain, but even more so when he had to listen to other people's conversations, and he made a face at the "nicknames"

"Aw HELL no, Gale, I'm not baby-sitting your girlfriend. Get your a** over here."
... King?
A vague memory flittered in his mind, but he pushed it away.
... Queen?
He gave up trying to understand these code names.

"Whatever." he mumbled. "I still think you should find someone else."

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HP: 32/50
Action: ---
Result: ---
Charge: [2/3] Y3 Headlights (0/1) | [0/3] Y2 Barrier (0/1)
Items: Tusk of Ares, Runic bandages, Barrier daggers

A tired smile passed across his face.

"Hurricane works," said Gale, and then narrowed his eyes a little, running a hand along the barrel of the gun. "Ahh, yes, Jake. Subtract the hotheaded attitude and the acting like a prat, and he'd be a fine Death Hunter. Maybe."

He gritted his teeth. "Be careful, please, I'd rather not have you come back in pieces."

Like other people, said his brain, but Gale shoved those thoughts aside, as well as the thoughts of a certain redheaded hunter, and fiddled with the headset. He gave Melvin a brief nod of recognition as the other hunter moved towards him.

"Don't project your own feelings on me just because you can't get a girlfriend, Jake. Make sure you keep her safe."

Excuse you, Nevada, EXCUSE YOU.
He shot a look at Nevada before tapping his mic.

"Who says I need one, jerkwad? And don't hoist your baggage on me just because you're a prat."
Regardless, he glanced at Stormy from the corner of his eye. He'd keep an eye on her, but he wasn't promising anything.

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HP: 32/50
Action: ---
Result: ---
Charge: [2/3] Y3 Headlights (0/1) | [0/3] Y2 Barrier (0/1)
Items: Tusk of Ares, Runic bandages, Barrier daggers

The order to spread out had been very clear, but Dakota reminded Mimsy to not stray far. It figured, she bitterly thought, that his inability to keep her hands off of her would probably get her killed here.

She rolled her eyes and used the cover to her advantage, slipping past the clashing hunters and horsemen to get a closer look at the structures protruding from the sand. Biology was a bit beyond her, but she hoped she might know enough about it to understand what this thing was, and how to get rid of it if need be.

Shielding her face with one arm, she used the other to try and wedge her weapon between the sand and the bonelike spike, putting her weight on the handle to either pry the thing from the sand or push the sand away from it to get a better look.

A bright flicker of sunlight reflected off of Svensyl's surface, and she flinched away from it, barely catching the hue of the sun out of the corner of her eye. A hue that it should not be at this time of day. Her stomach knotted and she pushed harder on the handle. An artificial reddening would mean that something must have been replicating the scattering effect more typically seen at dusk within the particles around them, which didn't make much sense...

...then again, they were fighting horsemen who were theoretically made out of an emotion.

HP: 40/40 +14 defense
DMG: n/a

Boom. Headshot.

It came out of nowhere, the searing pain. There had been no one around to account for the sudden attack, and she'd grown cocky, having far too much fun playing with her toys, the newest of which looked so uncomfortable, so angry that she was practically giddy, drinking in the emotions that licked the air. Rep looked positively furious. She listened to him spin her his story, tucking it away for a rainy day, for when she could really use it to hurt him. Already she loved the cadence of his tone, different than the rest of the hunters... a fact which he could not be ignorant of. And she loved differences. They were the best at putting rifts between people, singling them out until they snapped. Go for the weak, the lame, the sickly... that's how it worked in the wild. Single him away from the pack.

"I thought it might have been one of my songbirds," she replied in a saccharine tone, her voice warm and smooth, and undeniably condescending. Taking a few steps towards him, she stood tall, her stilettos giving her a few inches, her wingspan making her seem far larger and more foreboding than her thin, feminine frame. "You may think you are a man, but to me, you are still a naive wee boy." She smiled then, that mean little smile, her eyes flicking momentarily to Harrison before returning to Rep. They just kept giving her targets. Targets she could really do damage with. Laughing under her breath, she dropped her tone low, seductive, peering at him from beneath her lashes. "But trust me, I could make a man out of you."

She had been so distracted... and there was no one, no one save Bix, whose arrow stung but was mostly deflected with a rough brush of a wing to protect her core...

So when the attack came, it shocked her, slamming into her like a sledgehammer, so that her back arched, wings of her left side stretching outwards as if convulsing, the muscles spasming. Eris shrieked as Jude's shot pierced her shoulder blade, her hand stretching back to cover the wound protectively as she snapped around to look for her assailant, teeth bared in real, volatile anger, the air around her growing warmer. Smoke had begun to seep from between her fingers, a small fire beginning to lick the skin as her rage grew, flashing in her eyes, frustration mounting as she could not find where the attack had come from until finally her entire forearm was burning. And worst of all, with her attention drawn at that moment, she didn't notice Rep's lunge; with the sun in front of her, there was no shadow to warn her. His blade came down, hard, against the base of her upper wing set, where the muscle knitted together at her shoulder, very near to where Jude had just shot. There was a ripping sound, the tearing of flesh, and she screamed again, twisting before it could take her wing off entirely. Blood dripped from the wound, already beginning to stain the sand beneath it, the pool becoming larger by the second, but she ignored it, instead lashing out to grab him around the neck with both hands, Harrison and her game completely forgotten for now. It would not be until her fury overtook her completely that she would try to break the blonde's neck, for now wanting only to reciprocate the pain into the ones who had caused it.

Play time was over.