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No sooner had the ghoul gotten a shot off then something had lifted her up and all but flung her across the field. Instead of crashing into the ground though, whatever had plucked her up to begin with felt so inclined as to set her down gently upon her feet. Certainly saving her from quite a lot of pain, broken ankle considered.

She stood there a moment, blinking bewildered, before a sense of polite duty struck her. "Thank you." She murmured to no one in particular, voice soft. Suspecting that whatever it was that'd removed her from the game was magical enough to hear her without her having to shout. Had she known it was the mist she might have been a bit more wary, but as it was she was clueless.

Well, it looked as though she was out of the game, though she wasn't sure why. Still, she had made it through without so much as a speck of pain on her, and that seemed victory enough, she supposed. Taking a seat on the edge of the trench, the djinn removed her helmet and rented padding. Setting them beside her before a crashing noise pulled her attention around to a crumpled figure not far from her. It seemed oddly familiar, and it took a moment of staring and a puzzled tilt of her head before she realized who it was.

"Unstabul?" What was he doing on this side of the field? "Are you alright."

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Somewhere in the fog a rather puzzled curse rose above the general noises of battle. A certain Jikininki had suddenly found himself alone, after SOMETHING had picked Bul clear off the ground and sent him flying.

"What the ******** did not like this mist.. It was up to something.

After her long trek along the wall, Astra rounded a corner and came face to face with two other people, one being a N.A.P. opponent she....knew quite well.

At least he looked like he had recovered from the blask

"Good to see you're all better Tybalt!" she called out, then loaded up her gun. This time she wanted to finish this!

Riley briefly remembered how sure she was that she could take Nukpana, if it had ever come to it.

As she felt him pinning her down forcefully, she stared up at him with a bit of surprise. A sliver of doubt shuddered through her, but it was small, and easily stifled by her own confidence.

And all at once he was gone, and she sat up to assess her own damage. An entire tent had just come down on her, among other things - like Nukpana himself.

She rubbed her wrist with the opposite hand, and turned a dark, cautious gaze to the skinwalker as he brushed his pelt off.

Okay. She breathed out a sigh of exasperation. What's wrong?

Nah- taken more damage than this before. Just stingin' like 'a bugger! She squinted and blinked trying to clear out the image of Lizzy looking back at her. It would get better, she was quite certain of this. I'll be fine. Quite certain 'a it. Might be a good idea ta move a bit maybe. First, she collected the bag of candy corn and held onto the mouth of the bag tight. Getting up with the assistance of her tail for backup, the white-haired ghoul took two wide strides behind her. Turning, she looked down with a hand greeting the ground first. She carefully went back into a sit only this time she crossed her legs and sat up straight.
Perhaps a bit more of an attentive position would help her outsmart any other wise crackin' bullets. She was no longer rubbing at her eyes, at least.

Nurse... Levi peered about again. Think any 'a these folk'll need ta go see tha nurse after this? She smiled trying to make light of being hit. She opened and closed her hand; the one that had blocked her from instant paintball-to-the-face. It was numb and she was thinking it might bruise. Well- nothing like a bruise to show just how rough the situations in this club would be.

Up ahead, the same ghoul had taken out the N.A.P member... a dog boil, he didn't know him, personally, but she had to be stopped. The hunchback pressed on.

He didn't make any move to get up, taking whatever time he wanted to tug at a few tangles his fingers met in his hair, waiting til they slid out the ends before he shook his head, messing up whatever he had been trying to do before. The motion had clearly been an idle one anyway -- no one could claim Nukpana was one to primp. His eyes having left Riley to pitch his head back and forth a bit, they now stayed off of her, instead, focusing on the splotches of dirty red that now littered his body, turning up his palms to scowl a bit, not daring to brush them off for fear of grinding the dirt deeper into the scratches. Later, they would need some attention -- his shower later would likely sting.

Although he could see in his peripheral vision that she looked a little in pain, he refrained from looking over until the very last instant, a few heartbeats after she had sighed at him, although his body had gone still as soon as he'd heard the sound. But after the third steady 'thump-thump' he tilted his head up to give her a level look, rolling his head nonchalantly in her direction.

His eyes were dark.

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

And his tone held none of the gentle mock or tease.

Finally straightening completely, he cracked his shoulders as he rolled them, straightening his fingers to crack them as well, shoving his body up to snap his feet beneath his body, putting him in a crouch. His gaze once again left her, looking around where the tent had been before. "I need a new gun," he started without her prompting, straightening his legs to stand slowly, although now looking down at the damaged heap of a tent. Then, without saying anything, he began picking up the poles that had collapsed, starting to reset what he'd destroyed, reaching over to her to grab her by the upper arm, his other arm sliding under the other to help her up as smoothly and respectfully as he could, given the circumstances. She wouldn't have accepted his hand... or wouldn't have in his mind, anyway. He couldn't imagine her accepting much help from him at all, because she certainly didn't need it.

He went back to setting up the tent wordlessly.

SHE WAS IN RANGE!! Christof raised his weapon, praying that the ball would fly true... vengeance would be his! Calder would be very happy to know, he liked to think. Look at what a good friend he was being. Ultimately, he was very proud of his social behavior in this time of great violence. He rather liked this Paint Ball.