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And there was light, glorious light from everywhere at once.

Words were beyond him, slipping from his light filled mind, the pain of his shattering shield distant and indescribable.

He hit the sand.

His weapon was silent in his head, and vanished back into a wristwatch at his blood-soaked wrist.

The creatures swam in and out of focus, dropping and vanishing around him- they were beautiful. They were real. And the world could see.

He felt arms around him, but couldn't move. A familiar tie. A familiar weak chin. "Thanks.... Andy..." He managed to whisper before the light turned dark.

HP: -5
[UNCONSCIOUS]

Angel had never listened to them, never understood or paid heed to the words they spoke. Which was why, even as the man calmly explained the true enemy she ignored it. She was protecting their maker. For whatever reason it seemed fitting to destroy what he didn't want to lose.

They took what was precious to her after all. Thus, the reaper jabbed again, quick and short until she managed to get through the man's rather solid defense. He wasn't like the normal humans. Made of something tougher, stronger, but she wouldn't give up. She rarely did. And finally found her target, a glancing blow, but enough to do some damage...

Sadly that would be one of her last acts as even a thing.

Akiko watched as the two that had hurt them all so much was killed. She felt some satisfaction for it but then the looked back to where Irisa had been. She hurt too much to attack, hurt to much to flee. So when the hunters came she did nothing but kneel there right next to where her friend had dissipated. Ears pressed to her head, tails on the ground, not fighting, not even acknowledging the hunters. Didn't acknowledge the swing of a weapon. She was just glad that she wouldn't be hurt or hungry any more.

Angel hadn't run. She'd been prepared to attack again, to end the lives of those who had made them the way they were. Yet that would never come, her crystal blue eyes shifted at the sound of steps, at the approach of the human. She didn't get out of it's way, instead trying to stop it, to keep it from HER prey. Her toys.

She was going to kill them. Not this... thing. Though she never once had a chance to attack. That almost omnipotent scythe was more than she'd ever known, far more dangerous than anything on the island. It came down, swift and true as she leapt. The girl never even had a chance to get close, her figure vanishing in a single swift motion as did any who got in the way of that man. He would have what he wanted, and she could enjoy death for all eternity as far as he cared it seemed. Because she wasn't anything worth noting. Perhaps she'd never been. But it didn't matter now.

Angel was gone, and she wouldn't return.

[DED]

The fact that one of the former 1999 survivors had a head that was clearly detached from the body made it somewhat very easy for a doctor to figure out that the bodies were very much dead. While H indeed might have steady hands, if he had the miraculous power of stitching heads back onto bodies and reviving their souls from the afterlife then he really should reconsider his job and get working on that Godhood thing. Age could be and was, the greatest handicap after all to greatness.

The Death lead stepped on one of the bodies to make a point, staring at them with an unreadable expression. Fortunately, since H had been around his reign since conception, it was very easy to pick out that he was feigning annoyance with a sort of purposeful spite. "I am aware." Squish went Mr. Cecil's body. "I believe you mentioned yourself you would like the survivors alive, if convenient, and the situation was very much inconvenient. I apprehended purely on interest as to why the entire cavalry of the Life Division is here when the other divisions were so conveniently excluded, except for minimal efforts. While it was amusing to watch you clean up, I wonder if the thought has ever transpired in your head very, very recently of creating your personal empire at very minimal stakes. Convenience is best when concealed by urgency."

He gave H a very and pointed look, one that was often misinterpreted by the missing Death assistant as alpha wolf shipping feels.

Somewhere around the corner, a 10ft cube of ooze lurked. It might be stalking the hunters, lightly jiggling in place as it waited. Bubbles still hadn't had much of a chance to eat after all. Something had zipped past it a moment ago but it didn't pay that any mind.

Idly it wondered if it would start glowing if it ate one of those glowing weapons the people had. It must bide its time.

"No need to have a tantrum, Cael," the doctor murmured indulgently. "Through yes, please do go occupy yourself if you refuse to be of further use in this venture." Turning to Dwight, he continued, "...have the ground units begin setting up their nets, the creatures as they call them should be respawning shortly, and I'd like to get them captured and taken to Deus before they can cause too much trouble."

He glanced over at the massive gelatinous cube...thing, and then proceeded to ignore it. Possibly he was hoping Caelius would mistake it for hairgel and stick his head inside of it. "Now.." he turned to look in the direction of Lab's A and B, "...as for the laboratories-"

He was cut off as the buildings were suddenly engulfed in flames, several other staff buildings exploding in the distance as well. The sight of it left the doctor's expression dangerously still.

"Yes, we've already taken care of them, Hunter," a sonorous female voice rang through the clearing. Several cloaked and hooded figures entered quietly, led by a tall woman with ebon skin and gold curling horns, her cloak a vibrant purple. "As much as the Boogeymen appreciate your willingness to take care of this....regrettable situation all by yourselves without informing us," she smiled, revealing several sets of shark-like teeth, "...we wouldn't to needlessly burden you with so much responsibility."

Another explosion bloomed in the distance, but none of the cloaked figures bothered glancing back at it. Even in Halloween, cool guys don't look at explosions. They do, however, shuffle aside to reveal another figure, clothed in a tattered red cloak that billows dramatically in the wind.

[Dead]

A second shockwave followed the first and with a horrifyingly sinking feeling Muk felt those little purple fingers gripped around his own weaken in their hold, slipping from his grasp even though he shrieked desperately at his best friend not to let go.

‘No, Lukky, HOLD!’ He clawed frantically at the other goblin, but found he was clawing at empty air. There was nothing where Luk had just been, not even a hint of purple, not even a trace.

‘Lukky!’ he screeched, over and over, ripping apart the rubble around him even though the blast from the hunters threatened to blow him off his feet. “Lukky! LUKKY!”

It was a keening wail, where had his friend gone? Why was he suddenly alone, in this awful place, with awful noises and awful creatures hunting them? He’d never been without his Luk in his entire life and now Muk found himself utterly alone, Luk was nowhere to be found. But that didn’t stop the goblin from searching; he tore through the debris with a feverish desperation, his tiny fingers bloodied and numb, the bullet wound in his shoulder screaming in pain.

But he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he had to find Luk. Nothing else matter, nothing else had ever mattered. He was consumed wholly by his need to find Luk, so much so that he didn’t notice the hunter stalk up behind him, unafraid of such a little beast. At the last second, Muk spun around, his face splotched with tears. He snarled, pointed little teeth snapping at the intruder. But instead of meeting a face, he met with the barrel of a gun, and his fate was sealed in an instant, the bang of the rifle not even audible over the cacophony of sounds exploding over the island.

He disappeared, just like Luk, and the two of them were no more.