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So the giant demon pony had offered a sacrifice in return for the pendant? It was a disgustingly cruel notion and yet, regardless of that, Z3 seemed remarkably unshaken. Pausing in his assault of the nearly impenetrable hoof, not a word passed from his lips or mask as he just sort of stood there: a silent pillar of contemplation. In the big scheme of things, in this place, one life seemed like a fair trade for the guarantee of another. There was even a tense moment where he seemed to study Z4 with definite consideration.

"No."

It was only when Z8 flatly rejected the notion that he broke his gaze, passing her a veiled, unreadable look. Clearly, for all of their similarity, this would prove a great moral divide, but--

... Well, for now it wasn't to be relevant, because someone had finally snapped on the red team and now a veritable bar room brawl had broken out, causing him to step back, uncertain for a moment, and just stare at the flailing of weapons and limbs and swearing-- and wait, Even Z8 had thrown herself into the fray?!

He spoke not a word throughout the ordeal, his legs planted, one hand sneaking back towards the stake in his bag with guarded uncertainty. Did he take the risk of jumping in to defend his 'own', or let the reds all kill each other first? Perhaps if they were weak enough, then he could-- ... no, those thoughts were best left for himself just yet.

[α X is ATTACKING. α X rolled ??.
Weapon being used: Nunchuck
Total damage to self: 1 HP
Total damage to opponent A5 (Manda): 4 HP
Total HP value left: 11]

It wasn't like she hadn't expected it when she put the first hit out.

The first attack, from lousy A5.......... hit himself. Well. Well. There was a secret reason A10 had picked that particular target...

Until she realised A7 had hit himself as well. Though that was just slightly endearing. He'd meant to protect her, right? Tears welled up in A10's eyes, but she blinked them away.

"I told you I'd protect you, didn't I, Seven?"

And another hit, from someone telling her to back off. Like hell she would; she'd thought this out so clearly from the start.

"Shut up and stop demeaning my intelligence YOU LOUSY BADGER," she yelled, almost drunkenly, until the blubbery idiot clubbed her over the gas mask.. multiple times.

This wasn't sweat. She couldn't see it... but the red was messing up her vision. It did go with her outfit, though, didn't it? She was going out in style.

"You coward, beating up a girl. You think you know how to make friends?" She sneered at him- not that he could see it, and walked away. Her business wasn't with losers covering for her target.

Nor for some dude who tried to poke her. Ughhh. She didn't even have anything to say to that.

Staggering over to A5, she hit him again.

How hard? She couldn't even think, at this point. At the worst, she'd be the sacrifice.

See, guys? See? You don't 'vote' on someone to die. Someone.. just does.

(( attacking A10! ))

And now MORE people were jumping into the damn fight? Geez, what the hell was their problem? At least Mouse and Three were with him ... surprise, surprise, so was Uptight.

Maybe he could actually ******** survive this s**t. Leaving his mace on the ground this time, Fiver pulled a fist back and aimed a punch at A10 with a yell. "YOU started the damn fight, little girl. If you don't wanna get beat up, don't START s**t."

Weapon: Mace MELEE
Damage to self: )
Damage to A10: 8-6 = 2
HP: 14

[Z5 is ATTACKING A10]

Weapon: Mace
Damage to self: 0
Damage to A10: 2
HP: 27

It hit. The boy was clearly surprised when the mace actually *hit* his opponent. Well! That would teach her not to just randomly attack. Never mind he'd been just about to do the same thing. He'd at least waited for orders and stopped when told to! This was another matter entirely! ... Ohgod she was a girl. He'd just hit a girl! He could only hope she got the message.

Z5 heard the shouts of his comrades questioning him and even saw his leader join the otherside of the fight. He no longer cared. He had chosen who to stand up for and it was Fiver. He was glad at least Z4 was on his side. It was better then having his entire team go apeshit on him because he choose to help an Alpha. "I won't let him die because you're being a...a b***h!" He struggled out to A10.

His eyes widened as she struck again and Fiver landed a punch. Seriously! She still wasn't going to give up! He swung again more as a deterrent this time, managing to barely graze her. "I said knock it off!"

ZETA EIGHT IS *ATTACKING* A5

She had hoped that her first defense would have deterred Alpha Five from continuing the attack against Alpha Ten. Whether it registered in her brain that it had been Alpha Ten who had struck the first blow, it was impossible to tell, but at least part of the rational that was circling her brain was clear -- Alpha Five continuously threatened Zeta Seven. Alpha Ten had defended her in her mock-spar against Alpha Seven, thereby winning her allegiance, at least temporarily. In addition, Alpha Seven was a worthy ally -- the fact that he had at least tried to defend Alpha Ten was enough to spur her into motion. Still, she could not blame Alpha Five for defending himself.

But that did not stop her. Someone had to die.

She felt flesh give as her mace connected with Alpha Five, an audible 'crunch' filling the air. Critical hit.

Weapon being used: Mace
Total damage to self: 0 HP
Total damage to opponent: 8 HP
Total HP value left: 26 HP

(( Weapon: Dagger
Damage to self: 0
Damage to A10: 3
HP: 30 ))

This was aggravating beyond what A-Three could put into words, and that truly was a rather grand feat, was it not? Wouldn't one of these two idiots (preferably A10) just give up the fight already? Honestly, he didn't see why so many people had come to her defense, she was something of a t**t, or at least, that was how he saw her. Truly, at this point, he was merely seeking an end to the conflict.

Once one of them was dead, he was washing his hands of the entire business. That was what he told himself as he shoved that dagger at his opponent...oh, was that blood? Hard to tell with the suit, but she probably needed it more than he did. Heh. Well tragedy happens, doesn't it?

Zeta Six remained back and stared back at the beast. Would he truly be satisfied with this bloodshed? Would he give the pendant up? He scoffed. What use was the pendant if such violence came from it? Surely whoever possessed it would be hunted and possibly killed by others to attain it. Perhaps it was just better off to work with the teams for survival.

Zeta Six found himself in an odd position, not just in the grand scheme of things, but in the battle itself. None of his had truly been that injured, but what if he waited too late? He kept both eyes affixed on the battle, both disgusted and captivated. He determined there would only be more bloodshed from this point on... but it didn't make the sight of blood any easier to bear. But that is what death is. He grimaced.

And as more and more attacks flew about him and at him, Fiver started to realize that maybe striking back at A10 had been a bad idea. Because NOW he was being ganged up on. Sure, she was too, but he was staggering from all the blows, dizzy and reeling.

He didn't understand ... how it had come to this. Why did she even attack him in the first place? He'd just been ... talking. And trying to protect Mouse ... god.

Then a mace smashed into his arm, and he felt bones break. It was a low 'crunch' sort of noise, the sound registering before the pain hit him. And then it DID hit, and he fell to his knees, screaming - the opposite hand going to cover the injury, try to somehow make it better, make it not hurt so much. He felt warmth cascade down over his fingers, understood distantly that part of the bone must be sticking out of his arm.

Ohshitohshitohshit.

Someone was talking ... with an accent ... oh, Tardis, right. But he couldn't pay attention, it HURT, it hurt too much. So goddamn much, why wouldn't it just stop hurting ...? Why did this happen ...?

Fiver was too busy paying attention to his broken and bleeding arm to even notice the second mace that came sailing toward his head. He just happened to move in such a way that rather that hit his head ... it hit his neck. And then there was another audible CRUNCH ...... and he slumped over to the side, neck broken. Dead.

(( A5 aka Fiver, signing out~ Exit to Deadzone ;w; ))