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Normally hearing Maebe's voice would have rallied her, would have had her lash back screaming towards the question that Night had asked. What had she come here for? She'd come here to save and be saved by the ones she loved. That was something she knew the monsters, the horsemen, whatever the ******** they were couldn't understand. All the knew was blood and death and, had she been a softer woman, she might have pitied them.

Instead Camille's entire life had been shaped by their existence. People had doubted her, ridiculed her, isolated her before she'd learned to hide. Learned to lie as she cuddled up to her lamp in the middle of the night and prayed the halo of light would keep them all back. Yet even as she raised her bow to shoot a wave of distortion washed over her and she could only scream her defiance, unintelligibly, in the language of her youth.

Mengyao frowned a little, tilting his head as the man darted away. "Do you not want to fight me, little one?" he asked in amusement, gliding towards him again, twisting the sword around. "How rude. One does not just walk away from someone who wishes to play with them."

Still, he had obeyed and he had moved; which left the one with the radiant hair color. Mengyao smiled, lifting the sword above his head and swinging it down in a direct arc towards her.

"So self-sacrificing, you humans. How weak."

WRONG DICE EXCUSE ME

"Don't worry." Amrita said softly, keeping the conversation between the two of them. "I intend to." Something in her tone fell, dropping darkly as she whispered to her old friend. She gave him a small pat before she stood. Her work there was done, and his words gave her an easy enough out.

"I'll pass that along." She promised the Reaper as she went back into the fray as though looking for someone.

Two someones, actually; ones she could feel before she even saw them. Ones who were as black as she was, deep down. She approached them openly, feeling no need to come up from behind, nor to sneak around them. For now, she didn't touch them.

"There's no need to run~" The Patchwork promised the poor ghoul, her voice light and certain. "-But it is time to fight. The Horseman need to come down, specifically..." Her gaze moved, focusing briefly on the monster that has once been the Priestess. "You can do it, I promise!" In her memory, Maple was the worst healer to ever exist...but the ghoul did have raw talent when it came to senseless destruction.

Which was perfect.

"Besides - the faster she goes down, the faster we can go home." A little incentive didn't hurt, either.

Ignatius had, too, become something he did not want to be. His conscious mind sat in a mirror, staring back at the shadow that was the opposite of what he wished to be -- decrepit, depressed, alone.

It was painful.

But before his shadow truly had permission to act, it was over. The mirror shattered, and the shadow was brushed away, leaving Ignatius in his place. Still a bit unnerved, Ignatius watched in surprise as this woman appeared, energy whipping all around her, voice loud and booming and dangerous. She spoke of a new future and the Four Clans, and how it was their time to rule. Consequently, their time was ... over.

Ignatius sneered. Not even over his dead body. He snarled, ready to attack, but --

Piper.

She looked unnerved, to say the least, down on the ground. Deciding to drop his heroic urge to attack for just a moment, Ignatius ran over to her, squatting down. "C'mon, c'mon." He shielded her, for a moment, attempting to move her away from the action until she gathered herself.

[Entering]

Hadiyya was at a lose when she arrived. The air was torn, distortion boiled across the sky, and bodies had come together in a massive, chaotic free for all. It let her hesitating on the edge of all that fighting. Unsure what to do, unsure who, in this situation, was really her foe.

The horsemen were supposed to be their allies, but they had caused this. It was their doing, them and their priestess.

Her head turned, glowing eyes landing upon what had once been a petite, lovely horsewoman, but was now a twisted thing. Consumed. Driven by revenge, by the need to reclaim, or rebuild.

After a long moment she brought her attention back to those fighting amongst themselves. For now she would ignore the horsemen that were targeting the huners, and instead she searched for her classmates. Anyone that might have needed a hand.

Night grinned as he shook the pain from his hands, cocking his head back and forth. This hunter was so weak! She was so quick to attack and now all she did was lay there, he even nudged her with his toe a bit.

"Oh oh! OH!" Night laughed, "You're all messed up cause of Medea! That really sucks huh? Well you guys are just so easy to mess up! Does it scare you to be immobilized like that?" He made wriggling motions with his hands, "I wonder how much pain you feel there! Do you feel lots of pain? Or does it numb you out?" Night was about to dive in when Maebe AGAIN interrupted, his face turning into irritation for the briefest moments.

But she was just like this one, weak and pathetic. He could finish them off if he tried, his grin returned, dancing away from the pair.

"Share, I like to share! If the queen was here, I would share! Oh but she's busy too, you guys. OH! I can make you guys gifts for her." He grinned and grinned and grinned. His green eyes glowing eerily at the two.

"Anyone can ride a b***h." He chimed in not missing a beat. He had no idea how this conversation delved into d**k jokes, but he wasn't one to pass up a crude humor challenge even in battle.

Call him a one trick pony if you must, only attacking the same human. Elric saw red when Finn ran to defend Jack, huffing out like a child begging for attention. How Dare the human ignore him!

Why wouldn't this hunter just die?

Ignoring Jack entirely, he made a move to swipe at Finn again. He was sure the other horseman could handle the green one.