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Evelyn could only groan as she watched her mount play ‘catch’ with Isadora. It had been expected to say the least, but what was even more unexpected for her was that the creature played more than one round of the game with the woman. It was annoying witnessing her Gwyllgi play this game at such a crucial time, to the point she wanted to gag. She had to get things back on track, whether Triumph was in the mood or not. As always she had a trick up her sleeve; it was the magic she had used to tame Triumph all those years back.

As the monster chased after the spear once more and caught it, she removed her hand that was pressed against her shoulder and brought it to the creature’s side. “You will OBEY,” she hissed as her hand sparked with purple electricity that was then transferred into Triumph’s body. As the magic seeped into him his eyes began to glow purple in color. Control had been regained; for no monster could break the complete control of her magic. Such technique made it no small wonder why she possessed the name Beastmistress.

“Stop, and turn,” Evelyn said flatly. Without fail, Triumph did as she commanded and stopped to turn at the knight that was now charging them. “Break the spear.” Triumph’s eyes continued to glow purple as his teeth crunched down on the spear; easily breaking the metal weapon in two. A demented smirk spread across her face as she returned to her upright seating position; no longer having to worry about her mount goofing off in the heat of battle. Her tome Chizakura was still clenched tightly in the weakened grip of her left hand, while her right hand was covered in the blood from her shoulder. Blood; she smirked as a thought came into her head. She could use the substance to make summoning more effective.

“Dodge!” The order came, as Triumph avoided the knight’s charge at the last minute and put some distance between the two. It was time to get back to work and do as she had planned before Triumph had decided his own plans. Evelyn flicked her arm to the side, sending droplets of blood spraying onto the ground, as her hand crackled with electricity again. Her arm once again did a sudden movement as she proceeded to point to a select spot on the ground. “Portal,” she mumbled as the lingering darkness from her previous attack began to gather in the spot due to her order. Things were different this time though, for when the darkness gathered it didn’t bubbled and rise up to take shape as it had before. This time the dark energies sunk into the ground, creating a gapping hole that seemed to be bottomless in the area they were fighting.

“Fiend of darkness; rise up!” The air seemed to shiver as the hole continued to expand and toxic gases started to seep out from the hole. The gases covered the ground with a dense purplish fog; a fog that could poison if breathed in. The fog kept mostly by the ground though; rising no further than a foot above the forest floor as it continued to roll out of the hole. The poisonous mist then billowed up suddenly before a clawed arm reached up out of the darkness and gripped the edge of the hole before hoisting its entire body out so that the world could behold its might. By then though, Evelyn had turned tail and run from the fight, leaving Isadora and Jin to deal with her new creation. As the creature rose up, it lifted its head up high and roared. DRACO ZOMBIE!

Leon didn't even see it coming. Did that idiot thief try to hit him on purpose now?! Not that thinking did him any good while blacking out. At least Anri didn't get 'ny more hit... m'armor saved 'im... those were the only words left in his mind before he slumped over, completely unconscious on his brown war horse. By the looks of it, the knight wasn't going to be seeing the light of day for a while.

"What?" Sue too was confused by the direction that the coin's charge was going, to find it right under her ally. Lance was a morph! He was probably one her side? Or... maybe not? He looked like he had that look on his face that meant he made a miscalculation.

Either way, Sue couldn't let an unconscious cavalier stay near a magic user for long. "Get out of here!" she shouted. Swiftly, she herself whipped Anri into action from Andre with her bow, making the steed rush forward into more forest terrain. Hidden in the trees.. at least Leon would be safe for a while. At least...

Shinon finally arrives at the battle.
" Damn, I always hated going through these bushes and trees, but... "
Shinon sighed and observed the scene around him. He noticed Leon unconscious on his horse that was swiftly galloping into the forest. He also saw the Dracozombie.
"What the HELL is that?"
Shinon nocked three arrows on his Double Bow and let lose a deadly barrage of arrows.

Rhys sighed irritably. Oh, come ON. Just ONCE, I'd like to have an attack that does more than ultimately nothing, thank you very much.

He had to admit, at least the dragon wasn't, y'know, moving or anything. Or attacking, even. How considerate. Was it interested in fighting at all? What was it waiting for.

...Hmmph. Well, if it could regenerate itself, he'd just have to make sure it couldn't!

Again, the Draco Zombie was considerate, patiently waiting as Rhys took out Nosferatu. This could be a potentially dangerous move... he'd taken quintessence from morphs, sure, but that was human quintessence, HIS kind of quintessence. What would happen if he tried taking what was likely tainted quintessence from such a tainted being? Could it poison him? Could it be lethal?

However... if he used it, he'd be taking away the creature's power supply. It might be dangerous, using this particular spell against a creature where he wasn't sure about the effects, but he had to try.

"...I'm glad you're not attacking," Rhys said, staring the dragon down and trying not to gag from the stench of rot and decay. (He'd had nothing to eat in a good long while, which made the gag reflex easier to control.) "Hopefully this will end the battle.

Drain the power source from this twisted being, Nosferatu."

A bright light concentrated from within the dragon, then exploded outward, the energy heading for Rhys' body. Unless it was drawing its power from, say, the earth around it, its power was (hopefully) limited, and if some of it went to him, then surely the Draco Zombie wouldn't have nearly as much mojo left to go on.

Okay. Lance had no idea how to get out of this situation. It was quite doomed to begin with, but still. It was amusing watching this so called 'hero' squirm around like this. It made her more...human. Being human meant you had different traits than if they were mere dolls or shadows with their past's strengths. It meant you could be manipulated in a whole different way. Her kick, albeit not exactly weak, didn't hurt much, so he didn't pay it much mind. Especially since he was about to be in a whole lot more soon.

Lance looked upwards and sighed. It was probably true that ball of light would hurt him quite a lot. If so...then why not just going mad for the last moments then...

Lance leaned in on Jyoti again and whispered in the same, creepy voice. "Is that so...I've withstood a lot of attacks in my lifetime. All from physical weapons, to illusionary attacks, to magic, even to great balls of light...what makes yours special, hm?"

Lance brought his hands down to the hero's legs and placed his fingers on her inner thighs. "But maybe it is true. Maybe it will hurt me more than you. But if you knock me out, then how are you supposed to get out from this position, huh? Or maybe..."

Lance couldn't believe himself for what he was about to do. After all, the hero was, what, several thousand years older than him? And she had been dead at some point, right? But he still went along with it. It's not like it could get any worse.

He stroked his fingers slowly up the valkyrie's thighs, and slowed down further as he started going into her crotch region. His voice was nothing more than air leaving his lungs now, but he still whispered clearly. "This is a position you actually fancy?"

He brought back his voice to normal momentarily. "You might be hurting and humiliating me for a moment..."

He quickly grabbed his hands together as he swung around, now sitting in front of the valkyrie, face to face, then he chuckled softly, imitating her earlier chuckle. "I will be humiliating you for an eternity."

As he said that, he leaned in, and quickly sealed his lips with hers, as he placed his hands along her back to definitely keep her from moving. He inhaled deeply with his mouth, stealing her breath away completely with his kiss, as he finished his not-so-subtle molestation. Using her quite obvious shock to his advantage, he then tightened his grip further, as he leaned to the right, and let gravity do its toll, making the two of them fall off the horse. Lance made sure to land on top of two of his coins that was laying close to eachother, and he activated the two of them as they landed.

"Now we're lying on top of two of my own, special crafted coins. They pack quite the punch, as you saw earlier with what happened to our armored fellow. And should I lose consciousness, they'll go off automatically. So now what? We're both in the same situation. If you decide to hit me with that, I'll just hit you with mine, which will just end in a stand still. And believe me, they'll hurt you a lot more than they'll hurt me."

Lance wasn't sure this was gonna help his cause much. But at least he got the valkyrie off her horse and into a negotiation position. Which might help a bit at least.

Though Lance had quite a weird taste in his mouth...

"Stop."

The tall Heron had made his way to the brawl, and he now watched the Rogue and the Valkryie struggle. She had been fighting the man, but...something didn't seem right here.

"She may be on an opposing side..." Loch stepped forward, removing an intimidating tome from his robe. He grasped one cover, letting the book fall open by his side, and a fierce globe of electricity began circling his other hand, crackling loudly, signifying the start of a very vicious attack. Thoron.

"...but I shan't let such a delicate beauty become hurt via the course of such dishonorable methods." He raised the hand with the electricity, and the crackling became fiercer, the sparks became more profound, and Loch's face bore an expression of pure stoicness. "Your choice."