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She didn't know what to do. She really wasn't any good with these kinds of things. She didn't want him to fall, didn't want him to be hurt. She wanted them to be the ones left standing when this was all said and done, when Medea won this war, and when they were given what was promised.

Her wings glowed, just faintly yellow, a second time, and then again, faded. A stricken look came across her face as she realized she didn't know quite what to say, and she dove away, with all of her inadequacies weighing her down.

She had her sights locked on her target when she began to drop back down from where she had momentarily hovered in the sky, debating whether or not her man needed some tender loving healing. Her very large sword drawn, she made a passing strike at the blonde headed hunter, her blade slashing against him.

Jerked off of her feet by the unknown monster and was torn through in a way that hurt somehow worse than what Medea had done and not at the same time. Cami was not a trained, hardened fighter. She was not strong. She had been lucky and was likely not going to get lucky again but damned if she was going to lay down and die for something that was standing in her way.

Snarling beneath her breath she used what strength she had to sit up and try to fire. "Last time Ki. We can do this!" Then, to the creature. "Eat arrows, ********." She had to get back to Maebe, had to help Maebe, but she also had to survive.

It wasn't looking likely.

The young witch heard her name and slowly registered it, slowly turned her head to the large hellhound she had met a few times around campus. "Uru'baen..." That was the right pronunciation, wasn't it? She had gotten it wrong last time, but something told her this was the correct way. Maple found herself leaning forward towards him, her gaze downward as new tears began to threaten.

How easily for her to just break down. But she found herself not. She couldn't burden him with her pitiful troubles, not here. They weren't worthwhile. There were more important things going on. Still though, ever the optimistic one, "Th-there.. isn't r-really.. anywhere t-to run...." She had barely gotten a look at their surroundings and could tell there were not many places to take advantage in with hiding or something. Or did he mean the portals? Did they work both ways?

Jack staggered as the sword and strike from another horseman all but swept him away, his legs shaking and managing to keep him from falling over. This wasn’t a battle, this was like trying to hold back the ocean: the waves would just keep coming and bowling them over until they were all swept up.

It was saying something that he didn't return fire with Chel. "Fine," he said quickly, already on the move. "Don't ******** nova on me, got it?"

He was winded by the time he hauled a** to Finn's position, cursing under his breath as he lent a hand. "Are you a goddamn moron? Use your ******** bandages," he barked, "and go find someone else to defend instead of being a ******** dumbass solo artist."

OOC

Name of character: Jack Hawthorn
Faction: Deus Life Division
HP: 29/50
Target: Finn
Damage: defending for 1
Charge: 2/3
Bonus Effects: 2d12 heal

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The arrows stung but they weren't what the cat expected. Humans, they were ultimately weak regardless of who they faced. He sighed, Picking her up again and slamming her into the ground.

Where was the blood, where was the fun?

"You're weak, I thought you were strong, but you're so weak." Night's tail flicked behind him, as he sat on her and trailed a hand down her face. "Weak ones die first. You're going to die soon, are you going to fight?" He scraped a claw down her one last time. "What did you hope to accomplish here little human?"

Elric stared down at the hunter, taking a brief second to realize what the little hunter was even hinting at. Elric wasn't smart, but he wasn't dumb as rocks either. "You couldn't handle me, human. " He hissed back, pausing only as a new hunter appeared to appraise him. This one had green hair and was much taller than his shortstack friend on the floor, and seemed to be guarding him.

"What did you do." The horsemen hissed out at Jack, taking a step towards the other hunter. He realized that Finn was doing something behind his back so, naturally, it was Jacks fault.

He took another swipe at the pair, pushing Jack aside easily with the blade so it went for FInn.

It was their time.

Nergui lifted her head to gaze up at the fissure that had split the sky as she arrived on the battlefield, and from the very first step she could feel Medea's power pressing down on her. Thick and heavy, it was almost suffocating, but the mare smiled all the same.

If it was death her priestess desired, then it would be death she would provide. Mismatched eyes lowered to take in the chaos that boiled around her, and she searched the seething masses until a white coat moved across her line of vision, drawing her attention like a cat captivated by scurrying mice.

There were two, though one seemed to have caught the attention of one of her Death brothers. She wouldn't dream of ruining his fun, but the other, the tall human that was attempting to protect his one-eyed ally, was ripe for the picking.

Her hand wrapped around the nearest crimson hilt, and the blade shorted, curved; almost a twin of her existing weapon. Still smiling, the petite priestess stalked forward, pace leisurely, at least until she drew nearer.

It was tempting to come at him from behind--to simply bury her blade in his back until the tip burst from his chest--but even here she could not bring herself to be so terribly underhanded. Instead she flanked him, sliding along side him, until she stood in his line of sight. Then she struck, slashing out in a wide arc from shoulder to hip. "Your friend will have to fend for himself," she purred, smiling sweetly up at him. "You have other things to worry about now."