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Feeling rather bad about just sitting around on the ground while others around them fought so hard, even if some of them fought amongst themselves, Belladonna flexed her fingers over her palms in preparation for an attack. A few cards rose to her bidding, but as she flicked them out toward the barrier, Mort lunged away from her suddenly. Startled by the movement, Belladonna whirled toward him and watched her cards instead fly toward the black dog that'd accidentally punched her. Both hands flew to her mouth as she audibly gasped, face crumbled into a frantically apologetic gaze.
"Oh my Hecate, I am so sorry!" She called to him, but a growl interrupted any other apologies she might want to make.
Both hand dove forward and gently wrapped around Mort's arm, and gave a soft tug backwards.
Not sure what else to do, the witch let her head fall forward to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder, anything to distract him. Desperately she tried to think of something to say that would make him less angry, less hurt or dismayed by what had happened, but she could think of nothing. It almost seemed he hardly remembered her, so Belladonna only made a soft noise of comfort behind him as she tried to redirect his attention on her, or something other than the poor pup who did not deserve this.

Target: Barrier
Damage: Miss ;3;
Barrier HP: 120

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"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Jason bellowed, His eyes widening when the bazooka was aimed at him once more. He jumped to the side with his sword held up, and managed to dodge most of the blast. He still felt some of it graze his FEAR shield.

The moon hunter shook, his guilt ridden mind now replaced with the familiar feelings of terror. Jerry's cries almost sounded inhuman, and he had no idea how to stop the hunter from attacking, save knocking him out.

Once the sun hunter had fired his blast, he sprinted forwards, coming short of his target as he angled the blunt end of his blade up into Jerry's chin. He put his full body weight into the blow hoping to offset Jerry's balance and get him to the floor.

"I SAID SNAP OUT OF IT!"

Target: Jerry
Damage: 6

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As more attacks fell upon the insanity hunter, it began to fold in on itself, barely able to raise it's blade even in a defensive gesture. Alexander himself had long since become a confusion of emotions, bouncing between uncertainty and the hunger for more Fear, more power. There was no more dry, rasping laughter, and certainly no more fight left in this hunter as one final hit struck against it, initiating a shudder that trembled across it's now dissolving form. Fog rolled off of the figure in hundreds of wispy tendrils, it's false hunter form beginning to disappear, taking with it the weapon that it had so brutally utilized in attacks against students and true hunters alike.

Only to stop as the boogeyman arrived, slinging ropes over what shape was left, binding it in place and forcing it to remain when otherwise it would have returned to the fog.

A shriek emanated forth, a long and haunting sound, followed quickly by a roar of outrage. This was not how things were meant to end. It's shape began to change, peeling away, contorting, becoming something horrific and terrible, completely unrecognizable.

And then the liquid, splashed across it, in what might have once been it's face, across it's chest. The figure began to shudder, trembling violently as the vials contents did it's work and the ground shook beneath it.

The fog began to thin, the darkness turning rapidly into something lighter, more opaque before it drifted away, revealing the form of the student that was left behind. A tall and skinny form, a shock of white hair streaked with black, Alexander lay face down upon the ground, hands clenched into fists that rested to either side and slightly above his head, with elbows partially bent, and his legs sprawled behind him.

At first he did not stir, did not move at all. Still as a corpse and cold to the touch, but that was nothing new and probably not a concern. And then, movement. His head began to tilt to one side as a quiet moan slipped out between pale, undead lips. His body shook as his fists drew down, elbows bending further and arms curling so that his hands ended resting near his chest. Movement in his legs as they slowly drew up as well, curling beneath him until he was huddled up, curled in on himself, shuddering uncontrollably as he began to awaken from a nightmare that he couldn't even remember. Emotions welled up inside of him. There was a strange craving for something that he could not quite pinpoint, a need but for what he could not seem to fathom. Confusion. Confusion seemed to take precedence over all else, with small feelings of pain, regret, and anger taking the backseat, not as important but still there.

He wondered what he was doing, curled up on the ground. He wondered why he was shaking and could not seem to make himself stop. He wondered at all of the noise and impossible to ignore chaos that seemed to be erupting in the room that surrounded him. But most of all he wondered at the awfulness he felt inside, a small, cold ball of self loathing that seemed to have settled in the pit of his stomach. What had he done? Why was he here? The only way to get these answers was likely to move, to roll over, or to push himself to his feet and face what was happening, and possibly ask for answers.

But he didn't want to move. Not yet at least. Maybe later. Maybe if he could just make himself stop shaking.....

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"What's goin' on..?" Otto mumbled from behind Melvin, the other blonde serving as a fantastic meat shield from height alone. With Tenya at his side and Melvin in front, there wasn't much opening to get at Otto. So while he felt freezing cold, tired and sore? He felt semi safe for the time being.

The chaos of events surrounding him made it impossible fr hm to grasp the severity of the situation beyond chaos itself.

Enemies were unclear, fog thick, and too much noise and panic to think clearly.

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Yin was about to move on, to find the other hunter, seeing the secretary rush up and not thinking all that much of it. And then as he started to move away he heard it. Maybe he should not have recognized the moan, but then again, he had been with the zomboil when he was eating brains and...the sound was not all that strange to his ears. He glanced back, dreading what he might see and...yes, that thing had been Alexander.

Before he could do anything Miss Xiu-Ying was punching him? It startled him and turning she looked horrified. He shook his head at her. "I am fine Miss Xiu-Ying," though his voices sounded slightly...off. And then there was a slight stinging on his hand and really, all did feel a bit better. "Go on without me," he said quietly, and moved back toward the zomboil. Other people could deal with the barrier that had flared to life, and he would probably join them soon enough. So he moved back toward his bonded, hating whatever had just happened had happened and crouched down next to the body on the ground.

He had no idea what to say really, but especially to his insanity addled mind the zomboil was still his. He did have a faint idea of what to do though. He pulled out one of the pumpkin pills, holding it out. "Eat this, it might help?" Beyond that...what could he really say right now?

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"Aye man. Lets go get the last of the ******** wildcards." Rep stated grimly, watching the battles and scuffles breaking out back on the battlefield. He didn't notice Marcus' misfortune just yet, and hadn't quite picked up that in the fray there was a lot more hunter versus hunter squabbling going on.

He was in the zone and all that really mattered was following orders. The orders had been to kill off the altered people.

Without waiting for an immediate response, he stood up, steadied himself and ran right into the fray. As he got into the crowds again he was slowly aware there was a whole ******** lot of frantic screaming going on. Was that Jerry waving Roar around in the fog?

Whatever, he found someone, a dude with some kind of barrier around him, clearly trying to hide from retribution. He swung out at it, a barrier wouldn't save him in the end.

His swing didn't do an enormous amount of damage and he frowned irritably at the thing, Tracey had to be low on energy, or him, one of the two.

Target: Barrier
Target HP: 106

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Name: William Reid
HP: 39/50
DMG : 2
FEAR Strength: 100%
Insanity Strength: 35%
Charge: 1/3
Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage
Appearance : Loud, arrogant

human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,

weilds a massive two handed lochaber axe.

All of the noise, the sounds of fighting all around him, was becoming almost unbearable. His eye lids were squeezed shut tight as he continued to quake and tremble upon the ground, struggling to understand what had happened but coming up blank beyond a feeling like something awful had occurred. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he stayed in this position on the floor long enough, if he kept his eye closed and tried to ignore everything around him, eventually it would all just be okay. Everything would just stop, and he would have a chance to think, a chance to cope with these conflicting emotions.

And then a voice, one that cut through everything but only made him tense up more. Eat this. Eat what? To know what it was he would have to move, to unfold himself from his position on the floor and face the boil who was now crouched down beside him..or maybe he always had been. Alex, having never opened his eye to check, wouldn't have known.

There really were only a couple of options for him now. One: he could stay where he was on the floor and ignore that he was being spoken to, that he was being offered something, and continue to experience these awful feelings, or two: he could make himself move, make himself face Yin, and possibly make an attempt to piece together exactly what had happened. He knew that he felt different, not quite like himself, like something was off, but that he would have to deal with in a moment. This needed to be dealt with now.

He was still trembling when he began to move, to push himself up shakily until he was sitting, his head hanging, before he finally blinked open his one pale eye, and lifted his head while turning it slightly to face Yin. He wasn't sure he would even be able to speak. His mouth felt so dry, his throat so constricted, but when he made the effort he found that his voice came, strangled, a hoarse whisper, but likely coherent enough. "Thank you..." but then he remembered, belatedly, that Yin didn't seem to appreciate being thanked, that to him taking care of Alexander was like some kind of duty, like a chore, one that he would likely be happier without...

Cringing inwardly, his shoulders hunching a little, he held out a trembling hand to accept the pumpkin pill. But he didn't consume it, not yet at least. His fingers closed tight around it, and he drew that fist in towards his chest, and then finally asked.

"What happened? What...what did I do?" Because he couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something.

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