Like usual, the Sahara was already becoming a scene of chaos. Both hunters and horsemen were at each others throats, hopping to kill the other off. However in the midst of it all, were two familiar faces.
"Game huh? Mind if I play?" He asked, raking his claws across the horseman's side before he jumped back to stand beside both Kat and Lex. "Sup?" He wasn't familiar with this horsemen, but judging by the conversation going on between the two, Kat probably did. In fact, it looked like he was the origin of her scar. He had noted it before, but he hadn't known the cause. Until now that is.
"Maybe she came to give you one?" In any case, if either Kat of Lex needed a shield, he was there to help them.
Out of the swirling sand, there was a mad cackle. And then an instant later a solid blow from the whirling scales that announced the Famine Heir's presence.
Cymbeline had come to do battle.
Like her siblings, she had stood, waiting silently, watching, grinning as the sand scoured her skin. This was her home. She could feel it under her feet, in the air of every breath. This was the desert she had lost twice over, returned to her in a beautiful battlefield filled with dust and blood. She wanted to stay here forever, and rip apart these hunters for the rest of eternity.
HP: 150 Target: Ryan Damage: 17 Effect: Ouch!
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Tori sighed more at the site of all the sand as she remembered all that had happened in this desert so far and none of them fond at all. She also really hated when the portal got her to there destination later than all the other hunters. Tori also wished that she had tied up her hair this time around as some of it kept on wacking into her face.
But in seeing those horsemen Tori anger started to boil over as she really hated them and what they had done in the past. She did have to wonder if any of the horsemen that she had encounters with were around since she would gladly like to run them thought with her blade. As she looked around seeing every thing in chaos around her. Her own weapon wanted her to join in the fighting as he wanted to eat some of those horsemen. But for right now Tori was wanting to watch, take mental notes and then join in with the rest of the hunters in there fighting.
Tori was a little shocked when she had spotted Ami here of all places since she couldn't recall Ami being in the cafiteria, but then she was sorta not paying attention to everything that had happened just the important stuff. So quickly Tori ran over to where Ami was ducking being one of the twelve runic pillars.
When getting there Tori didn't say anything to her lifer friend but Tori did give her a big smile of hi and Ami would see something different in Tori since she rarely let her anger truly out. Tori then quickly summoned her weapon, with clanking of the chain as she moved the chain about ready to attack any horseman that came near or die trying. Tori was going to defend Ami since Tori would do anything for her friend.
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I hope that you don't mind that I had Tori find Ami <3
Ryan heard the laughter a moment too late to react to the oncoming attack. The scales hit, knocking him back with enough force that if Locke's Fear shield hadn't been in place, he would have sworn his bones would have crumpled in on themselves. Regardless, the attack by Famine's Heir had Ryan staggering and bleeding.
Ryan spat at the ground, glaring. Though he had come to assist them, Kat and Lex were going to have to face the other horsemen on their own. It looked as though he had his own fight to take care of. Though... this one particular gave off the impression that she was no ordinary horseman and in fact, stood above the rest.
"I'm not out of the fight yet!" He snarled, lunging for the horsewoman with his claws outstretched before they coiled into a fist.
She looked crazed. While other looked angry, she was grinning. Like this were all a game to her and enjoying every minute of it. She creeped him out.
The words of the little hunter were lost on Cym's ears, she merely cackled more at the sight of his blood. This was beautiful, all the destruction... She swung the scales again like a bolas, landing their heavy weight at the hunter's feet and spraying him with sand.
"Do you feel like dying today, little roach~?" She giggled.
Tuck glanced over his shoulder very briefly at the small Mist, the corner of his mouth twitching upward just slightly. His heart nearly broke when Stormy started mumbling little facts to herself. He only barely heard them above the din of battle, but he heard them.
Widening his stance, Tuck turned back to the horseman with the mismatched eyes, merely shaking his head at the creature.
This we'll defend.
It was so simple. It was what he was born to do, and he would die doing it if need be.
The sand sprayed him and again, Ryan was reminded of thankful he was to have the goggles in place. It was bad enough the sand made it hard to see, but when it got into your eyes, truly blinding you, then you were as good as dead.
"I don't plan on it." He answered, before pivoting on one foot, while the other came up and around in a roundhouse kick, which he directed at her head.
The arid heat was an old friend, welcoming Evan back to a climate that was infinitely more familiar than the jungles and beaches of the island. Almost without thinking Evan shrugged himself deeper into his coat and scarf, squinting against the harsh wind. The gritty sand stung the skin left exposed, but it was easy enough to shrug off. Evan was more concerned about the figures in the distance that were rendered nearly indistinct by the swirling sand.
Then it all abruptly stopped, Evan could suddenly see them as clear as day and wished, for a second, that he couldn't. They could have passed for actual people but for assorted wings and horns and parts that just didn't belong on humans. He wasn't paying attention to the monument, the pillars, or the way they had all just been locked inside. As pockets of fighting started to break out, Evan found himself thrown into the past. His pulse raced as he was briefly overcome by memories of gunfire, explosions, and monstrous creatures that were picking at the not-yet-corpses he had once called brothers like vultures. He remembered the abject terror he had felt at seeing them, their mocking grins as they tore into bleeding flesh, his own bullets seeming to bounce off of them.
/Evan./
There was no small amount of sorrow, too, at the knowledge that his brothers were lost to him, his efforts ultimately useless--and that he was probably next.
/Evan./
Underneath it all was blind, fathomless rage at these enemies he couldn't beat.
/Evan!/
Gir's bark finally cut through the fog of memory, bringing the present into startling clarity. There was a battle raging around him, yes, but this time he was far from helpless. He quickly took it all in, scanning for likely targets--and his eyes fell on Stormy, who was all but cowering behind a taller man from one of those mockeries of humanity. That buried anger welled again at the sight of it, and he charged without thinking. Stormy had called him heroic once, a title he still felt he didn't deserve; to throw himself into such danger so willingly wasn't heroism so much as stupidity, but Evan wasn't willing to let anyone else fall prey to the monsters as long as he had the power to stop it.
Never again.
Gir felt weightless in his hand as he rushed the horseman. Evan swung him at the creature's side, letting the teeth sink deep before yanking the blade free. The collision of weapon and target stopped his forward momentum, putting him directly between enemy and allies.
Cymbeline took the blow without so much as flinching, her grin getting wider. Pieces of her skin cracked and fell off, leaving flawless sand-coloured flesh underneath.
"I will play with you anyway~" She singsonged, deftly whipping the giant pair of scales in the hunter's direction like they weighed nothing at all.
HP: 126 Target: Ryan Damage: 12 Effect:
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Al watched on in startled amazement as the battle began. He wasn't able to protect Rep as much as he'd promised and intended. The group far faster than he; suddenly twisted up in a mass of bloody flesh and inhuman noises.
Al desperately ran to catch up, determined not to let Rep down this time. Nuru at the ready to defend as best he could.
HP - 40/40 TARG - Rep DEF - 5 CHRG - 1/3
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Definitely creepy.
The horsewoman's grin only grew wider, as skin cracked and fell away from her face. She didn't even seem to notice and instead swung her scales around at him with ease. They hit of course and though they weighed nothing to her, to Ryan it was something close to getting hit by a car. Fast, strong, and deadly.
Fortunately, the attack wasn't as powerful as the first, when she appeared. However, it close enough that already he could feel his Fear shield wearing down with each attack. He was really going to have to brush up on his evasive skills when they got back to the island--if they got back that was.
"Pushy, aren't you?" In spite of himself, he grinned at Cymbeline. "Fine then, lets play."
HP: 20/50 Target: n/a Damage: n/a ( used all three turns ) Charge: 3/3
Bix had hung back with Ceres, the young woman's ankle still twisted. Thankfully he didn't need to go anywhere to remain in the fight. His last attack had been weak but Rep was doing a good job of keeping the Heir's attention. Bix was grateful to see Harrison and some new guy helping with his defense.
The best part of being an archer was that your enemy didn't need to be close at all. Bix let loose another fast volley of arrows. Each stuck into the Heir's back just as she stood to loose her fire. The arrows stung into her flesh, burned a moment, and then popped as they each exploded in tiny bursts. He wasn't capable of massive damage like Rep was, but each arrow could chip away at the enemy bit by bit.
The sun was like a heavy weight on Jordan's shoulders, the hot dry air taking his breath away for a few seconds. He'd forgotten that the desert had a smell, and that smell reached into the back of his head where the primitive fears lived and wrenched them up into the daylight. The coat he was wearing was too thick for this environment, but he was grateful for it; it was, in a sense, a lifeline, a reminder that he was in reality and there were things that mattered that he could and would fight for.
As he hauled himself back under control, he summoned Ferros, the hammer's weight in his hand serving as a second anchor point to keep himself steady. The weapon rumbled in hungry anticipation. There were horsemen here. Not just horsemen, but horsemen with whom they had personal scores to settle.
His eyes flicked first to Eris, but Rep and Harrison were among the group squaring off against the winged horsewoman, and something in Jordan shied away from the thought of letting them see that he was here, too. They'd worry about him, and that might be enough distraction to throw them off form. He could make himself useful elsewhere. The robed horseman who had fought them in the rune rooms was here, too. He'd make just as good a target.
Jordan ducked through the chaos of the fight swirling through the arena to approach Invictus from the side. When he got within range, he said, "Hey, ugly. Remember me?" -- and brought Ferros sweeping around in a long arc, muscle and momentum behind the blow.
Vermin - they weren't even livestock anymore. They simply needed to be erradicated. Scrambling about like worms on a hot sidewalk, thrashing and denying that the end of their existance was closer than any of them would ever know. Especially under a buffet of the sun and the wind and the heat - it was a perfect analogy, really.
Eris seemed to have suddenly gotten her hands full, and Invictus gave her a small look - not concern, but perhaps admiration? Adoration. She really was so beautiful in her own element and he took a long moment to watch, barely looking away as a large hammer came swinging around at him, looking to Jordan calmly as his feet sunk into the sand, the gravity around him growing heavy as he steeled himself - though his face remained unchanged in the same way.
"You're aiming the wrong way." he said, tone low as he rolled his palm over, gathering some of the blowing sand there and in an eerily quick motion both packed it together with the force of his gravity and launched it towards the hunter's torso.
HP: 128/150 Target: Jordan Damage: 11 FEAR: ALL OF THEM
The ball of sand accelerated towards Jordan, and he wasn't quite fast enough to get out of the way. It drove the breath out of him again, and he staggered back, coughing -
- drowning in water so cold it burned -
- he shook off the nightmare with a kind of panicked fury, he couldn't afford this now, not now, not ever, and he didn't bother to dignify the horseman's taunt with a reply, just returning to the attack as soon as he caught his breath again. The impact was weaker this time; he'd been a little more shaken than he wanted to admit. Ferros simmered angrily in his mind, a wordless snarl of ravenous hunger.
