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Night ear's flattened as he heard the ringtone and he almost busted out laughing. Well besides that they were in the middle of a EPIC battle of TREES that all he wanted the shinies from. COME ONE TREES, ATTACK HIM, so he could at least steal a ball and make a run for it!

He cocked his head before his tail twitched in response to the Dragon, "Do you think that's safe? Trees are kinda of tall, I imagine that if you start flying off they may try and target you...but I am not a tree...well considering...I don't know?" Night looked down as his tail went back and forth in thought, deeply thinking of just what the consequences of flying up in the air might do?

Night looked at the tentacle thing and his ears laid back as he felt her voice in his head. Interesting, he didn't know halloweenies could do that?

"I kinda of agree, We should move on? One tree down and we have some sort of leeway to get by?" Especially since the trees were specifically targeting certain students.

Aksaja looked faintly annoyed that the other dragon got into the air before he did, but at least he had the right idea. Glancing over at Night, he shrugged slightly. "The idea is to get up higher than they can reach," he explained, in a bit of a 'duh' tone. Then, crouching down a bit, the dark-haired male leapt into the air and beat his own wings downward, turning a tight circle in the small clearing until he too, got above the trees.

Then he climbed higher into the chill air, trying to get a look at what was beyond this stupid forest with it's talking trees. It was hard to see even up here, though, as the wind made his eyes water a bit. So he switched his focus to the forest itself, trying to see if any other trees were moving around, or if there were other JOYFUL beings about.

(( edited to reply to Night XD ))

Braum's eyes narrowed almost immediately with envy as the Mindflyer and the Dragon lifted off. Shielding both himself and Israfel from the wind that came from it, but then his keen ears picked up on the mumblings of the Wrath Demon. His red eyes narrowed and FUMED with anger. And while his rational side knew he should really be looking to be helpful, he couldn't help but scoop up some of the frigid snow, pack it into a tight ball of ice, and catapult it with his free hand, watching it slam satisfactorally in West's shoulder. With a haughty grin, he felt he'd gained some of his girl's dignity back.

"THAT'S for calling my girl a tinseld-up stripper," he huffed, hoisting Israfel up higher onto his shoulder, trying to support the slurring Siren, and looking to Corbin. Nodding with the crow, he agreed. A healer to each group if they could manage it.

"The plague doctor does, but I'm not sure about anyone else," he informed the Wraith, dragging Israfel closer to the other crow. Like attracted like, and it simply made Braum feel more comfortable to be with a group that felt like a 'flock'. Winged creatures simply made him feel at ease, especially with his hackles risen a little.

"With pleasure," Malodore said, grimly, hanging on as the branches battered it - it was going to finish this no matter what this pezzo di merda albero did to it.

It forced the scalpel's blade through the bark in jagged sweeps, just as the tree had ordered. B-O-O-Z-E and MY that was a lot of sap running down the trunk now, wasn't it? It was also getting all over Malodore's hands. It didn't care, for once. All that mattered was taking this joy-spawned abomination down!


Malodore's HP: 18

Tree's HP: 0

In a few seconds of distraction the feeling of skin under his fingers suddenly disappeared as Shehk transformed, Nuk's eyes flicking down to watch her tear around in the snow for a few minutes before they flicked back up to the surrounding area, narrowing a bit as he surveyed the surrounding trees. They smelled funky and had all these little green SPINES on them (maybe this place had a little Halloween in it after all?) but they seemed to be stationary. Then again, he wouldn't know how to identify a hostile tree from a regular tree anyway, so the point was pretty much moot. Still, he gave a look of approval in Riley's direction, watching the purple tentacle-girl climb onto the dragon and start towards the sky. That was a good plan. If only he could transform at will, he might have tried for crow-form.

Eh, but he'd have to leave his snow-bazooka, and that just wouldn't do.

Instead, he focused his attentions on the other students, contemplating giving some of the peppermint candies in his pockets to those who looked capable enough to handle an attack-by-tree. At least that way it wouldn't be a sneak attack. He fingered a few of the candies, making a few notes of which students to toss a few to. The motion of a falling tree caught his eye, and he watched with an impressed look as Corbin took down the tree rather readily, making a personal note in the back of his mind for later.

"There's one over here," He made a motion towards Canine!Shehk, doing a double-take at how the pricolici was biting at the snow before looking back over at Corbin, "Nice job, by the way."

The Wraith watched in earnest as the Raum chucked a hard chunk of snow at the Avarice Demon nearby, wondering if he knew that this particular one was designated to the sin of Wrath or if he even cared. Well, as long as he didn't get hit in the resulting fray, there wouldn't be any problems and it wasn't his issue.

As the distance between them was closed, he watched the Siren sympathetically. It was stupid of him to have gotten drunk before coming on this trip (and he was jacking drunk) but there wasn't much that could be done about it now. Gently, Corbin lifted a hand and tapped the Siren's forehead lightly with the backs of two of his fingers. "You alright, there?" he asked quietly, not really expecting a verbal answer to hold any level of coherence.

Nearby, a loud "WOOHOOOO!" jarred the Crow's attention away from the other birds and he watched as another tree fell, defeated. This one, however, appeared quite dead. At least they had another of their bell holders back. "Alright, there, Doctor?" he tried to call over the wind, holding his bells up. If Malodore needed it, he wouldn't mind using one of his jingles on the Plague Doctor. They both looked quite a bit worse for wear but Corbin was determined not to use anything on himself unless absolutely necessary.

From behind the Wraith, the familiar voice of the Skinwalker piped up and Corbin turned to face him and the now canine Pricolici. When did that happen? A faint smile hooked across his cheeks at the compliment and he offered a quick "thanks". He appreciated the notion but there were more important matters at hand then how brutally he had ripped that tree's limbs off.

(( Edit: to respond to Nuk~ ))

Now that the adrenaline of battle was fading, Malodore held very still, trying to figure out how badly it'd been hurt. Left leg slightly creaky, torso achy, bandages torn on its sides underneath its coat... but it, too, was reluctant to use its own bell on itself. The phrase physician, heal thyself was not meant to be taken literally!

"I believe I can go on, grazie," it called to Corbin, wincing as it tilted its head backwards experimentally. Hopefully it had made enough of an example of that tree to make others think twice before attacking it!