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It was a terrifying sight, what she could have become. Edel watched in silence as the shadow raged on, summoning a shower of icicles onto the black and crimson mass of the priestess, crying out in bitter desperation.

Her hands were pressed against the glass of the mirror as she watched on, feeling no sense of pride at what was going on. Hope was slowly being sapped away from her, as both shadow and priestess continued in their madness. Neither outcome was one she could ever hope for...

His brows raised as for a moment it appeared as though the enchanted ones would turn on Medea as well. The risk was still apparent, judging by what Mengyao was saying, and he cursed darkly under his breath. Damn the legacies.

Shrugging off the hunter's attack for now, he summoned his new mount and carved a path through the land, clipping someone in passing before he stopped before Shaheen.

"What are you doing, Shaheen?" he hissed. "Do you not remember our pact? Our goal?"

Mengyao wanted him to gauge just how lost Medea was. This was difficult, and Bastion did not feel like he had the keen sensibility to figure this out for himself. This was, of course, why he wanted to be loyal to someone who did. And that someone had just told him, in not so many words, that Bastion's lack of action disappointed him.

The black skin on his face turned ashen with shame.

Mengyao was giving him the option of following that thread of doubt he'd been holding on to for so long. To do what he felt was right, even though it wasn't the strong, difficult choice. To be passive in his choices, as he'd always been. His king had no faith in his loyalty, and it was his own fault.

"No." Bastion's voice wavered, struck dumb with shame and shaking with determination. "I will not fail you again. Please, forgive me."

He bowed low, staring at the ground for a second as his resolve solidified. He could only have one master. One King.

Bastion turned, and whispered an apology into the wind as he dove in to the creature his priestes had become with both scimitars.

This place was full of pesty white rats, or at least, that might have been what she would have thought if she wasn't lost in a haze of whispers and the occasional false memory. She knew she had a purpose, and was struggling to keep in control, to not just react to every little bit of stimuli completely erratically.

She was hit. She was hit again. The pain registered only briefly, golden eyes flashing at her assailants, a baleful stare from a shadowed grey face.

She needed help. She needed a friend. Summoning the insanity mount for a second time took great effort, and it weakened her, but it also made her stronger. She needed this strength now, in the midst of all of this chaos and havoc.

The giant insanity beast roared to life, gathering in a coalesce of fog. She climbed aboard, her sword drawn, and another one gathering and forming in her outstretched palm. Two swords, and that glare turned on her most recent attacker.

In a whirlwind of fog and steel, she surged forward on her giant insanity lizard steed and attacked, one blade glowing a bright white as hot as the sun and the other a smoldering grey that shattered and dissipated upon impact.

It was probably a good thing her emperor chose that moment to endorse attacking the others present that weren't Medea or she might have felt a bit chagrined for her actions. As it was she just grinned an inky black grin, as if this was the most fun she'd had in decades.

((rolling for status yay derp))

"Harrison." Maebe's shivery voice replied very quickly. "Moon Hunter. Really good." She stopped kirakiraing after Harrison and curled back down to abuse the warmth of the woman offering it so willingly beside her, and pressed her face hard into Cami's shoulder so she couldn't see her smile. She didn't need to see that. No one did.

She just remained silent, soaking in the warmth, and love, while the world fell around them. She felt safe, there. Too safe, in fact.

When another Hunter attacked her, her body rolled away from Cami's due to the impact, and she was knocked back into her senses. She pushed herself up and summoned her weapon, but did not respond to the hit. This was because the girl in front of her was one of them, and that meant she was either under some odd mind control, or -

Maebe's eyes narrowed dangerously, as she searched Stormy's body for that telltale traitorous symbol. She walked over Cami, keeping the girl safe from what could very well be an enemy.

"Nice to see some things in life don't change, no matter how good it feels for a little while."

For one single moment the whole world was alright. It would have been perfect if there'd been Otto there as well for the three of them to simply curl up and ignore everything, go back to that single afternoon where they'd curled up in the sunlight to sleep in a puddle of warmth and affection. If she lived, and she was damn well going to live now, that was top on her priority list. Perhaps Maebe would help her towards this innocently nefarious end?

But then it was all shattered by Maebe being forced away, attacked...by another Hunter?! The blonde stood over her in a defensive position and while it made her heart warmer just watching her Cami rose up on her knees. "What the <********> is going on?! Isn't the enemy that way?" Gesturing, for a moment, towards Medea she shook her head. "Maybe this will wake you up."

Raising her bow she aimed and fired an arrow right at Stormy.

One of the newcomers had chosen to wave at him, but he didn’t recognize the girl at all. She looked like a dragon, just like Poke, but the face didn’t evoke any particular reaction from. He contemplated waving back curiously--and he'd already raised his arm to do so--but Dakota had already pulled him into his grasp.

And since it was nigh impossible for him to squirm out of Dakota’s arms, he just settled for burying his burning face in one hand while roughly tugging on one of his lieutenant’s ears with the other. “You are the most damn obnoxious crew I’ve ever had on the field,” he hissed before quickly jumping out of Dakota’s grasp, grateful to have Poke’s presence one way or another.

“A lift would be helpful, yes.” With Poke around, he was back to his usual pleasant self. “If you could keep yourself steady while I aim, I’d really appreciate it!” It seemed to work, because as he pointed his weapon at Medea, he managed to fire off a near-perfect shot.