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Things would have worked out somehow. That was what Wilson had thought up to this point. His shield was battered and he was up one against three, but something would happen. He didn’t know what, but something would happen and it would be sort of okay. That was why he didn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing him yell. That was why he forced his voice to be calm. That was why—

Everything turned white. The scenery had changed and it took him a moment to let the light fade away before he could see it, but by then pain had overtaken his senses. Wilson could never get used to intense pain. He clutched his head, pressing his cannons to his skull as if it would soothe the pain, but it was useless. Wilson fell down as he continued to hold his head. He squeezed his eyes shut. Pleaseendsoonpleaseendsoonpleaseendsoon. He repeated it over and over in his thoughts, each plea growing louder in his mind. Then it stopped. The burning pain was gone, but he was tired. When Wilson tried to push himself off the ground, his arms were heavy.

He only barely registered Medea’s words. He could see the priestess’ outstretched hand and he could only stare at it. A part of him wanted to give in. He was a failure. He was useless. He was disposable. And yet… His mask was still on when he cracked a wry smile. “What happens if I refuse?”

Pain tore into him as a pressure came down. An arrow that caused it, Dis kept up their shield, but it didn't take a genius to know he'd taken quite a beating from it. At the very least, he'd managed to keep the energy from hitting Gale, though the arrow itself went past him. "s**t." The curse helped him stay on track, all he could do lacking the casual tone of the vampire that usually helped him in battle.

"If they don't try to exterminate us first." It only took a second for it to happen. A second of distraction for another horsemen, this one wearing a pelt coming down on him with a dagger. Pain again, he pushed back. "You ******** things are supposed to be horses, not birds." A glance over and he called out - "Ceres, defend, don't attack" As he lifted Dis to retaliate pain lashed through him, and he couldn't help but cry out.

......Marcus.

It was quiet, and just as quickly as the pain came it went, Dis's voice with it. The weapon had only feared him dying, once the danger passed the vampire fell into silence. Even as he fell to his knees, he held himself up with the scimitar, looking at the one hosrewoman with raw anger. He hated being helpless.

"I'll bow when you suck a death hunter's d**k." He smiled, but it was anger, mocking right on back as he pushed up, keeping upright only by balancing on Dis.

The backhand from the horsewoman hurt. But it didn't hurt in the way the near death mental assault from Medea had. It almost felt good. Made him feel alive again, if only for a moment. Even through the blossoming pain he laughed.

As Harrison chimed in with his own insulting comment the chuckle erupted into full blown almost manic laughter. Terror, pain and hopelessness made everything so much more giddily hilarious. He wished he could move his arms to high five the moon hunter.

"Shame they aren't ******** seahorsemen."


HP: 29
DMG: Not attacking.

Desc: Loud redhead with NO WEAPON. Using runic

daggers.

Fortunately for Ofelia, or unfortunately however it needed to be looked at, the sun int trainee came tumbling through the portal just in time to witness the tail end of the bloodbath. No sooner had she set herself down and out of the portal then one of the main big-wig looking people started moving, started doing something. The next thing Ofelia knew was the sound of Rue shrieking in her head - not a cry to wound Ofelia's ears but rather a scream of surprise.

Something had caught her weapon entirely off guard, that was completely certain, and before the teen could even move to attack her legs buckled beneath her as her shield completely vanished. Her health was fine, or so she still felt okay, but there was no protection. Rue had given out so very easily, the shriek still echoing as it faded away.

The teen hit the ground hard, the impact jarring her head and sending her vision into flashes of white. There hadn't been a shield to protect her, hadn't been anything to buffer her fall. It was all pain, she could smell blood in her nose, but thankfully it was just the scent and nothing more. Groaning, she tried to reach for Rue but could only feel the end echos of the scream. Her weapon was alright, therefore she wasn't going to die just yet, and the memory of the promise that only Rue could chose when she died allowed a small measure of cold comfort.

And then Ofelia heard laughter coming from somewhere nearby and she tried to lift herself up, tried to get a better look. It was hard with the white still swimming before her eye, but at least she managed to get something out. She knew the voices, so calling out to them wouldn't be troublesome right? "Rep? Harrison? What'er y'all laughin' at? Did Ah miss a joke? Tell me Ah didn' miss a joke."

Her words were weak and she felt like crap, even worse than she had when Rep placed her into a coma. At least in the coma she hadn't felt anything but now it just stung and she wanted to stand but couldn't. This sucked amaze-balls. The entire situation, with the horsemen standing over the hunters?

Just how hopeless and helpless this was didn't seem to sink in, and Ofelia's blatant ignorance of all situations kicked in powerfully. "Also, if we're all jus' layin' on the ground how can we kneel? Kinda requires knees, dun it? Jus' sayin'." She doubted any of the horsemen were listening, they all seemed rather preoccupied. Perfect for her if she wanted to continue being snide.

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Once again, Eris felt that conflict of emotions. The beauty of the scene unraveling before her was captivating, grabbing her attention from the moment she watched Bix fall to his knees. But the rage was back, that anger that this moment had been stolen from her making the air crackle audibly with the heat, fire beginning to swirl around her, kicking up her hair. Snapping her head to the side, she snarled a little under her breath as she watched Medea beside the mirror, resenting her in that moment for stealing away what should have been a long, slow death for these hunters who had rushed to their doom. They had asked for a war, and she had wanted, craved with every fiber of her being to give it to them, to reign pain and anguish down upon them, and only when she was completely finished with their charred, screaming remains give them mercifully over to Aisa to let her do as her kind did best.

Still... they were not dead, yet. There was time, and it was this thought which pacified her, lulled her like a promise of something better yet to come.

Turning back to Bix, the Protector's lips curled in a smirk as she crossed the distance towards him, the hunter no longer able to nimbly avoid her. Lifting one delicately sculpted leg, she pressed her stiletto almost daintily against his back, resting it there for a moment before grinding it roughly into his spine, as if to conquer him. Invictus had been a strong influence on her. But this, in itself, wasn't good enough. No, she wanted to taunt this boy, this white-haired hunter who had invoked her wrath, wanted him to regret ever siding with the hunters at all. Leaning down, she reached one blackened hand to slip it under his braid, letting it slide between her fingers as she pressed her lips against his ear.

"You never answered my question, sweetness," she murmured under her breath, like the sweet whisper of a lover, "Do you like fire?"

She didn't give him any chance to answer, although she wasn't quite sure he would anyway. It mattered not. Instead, she removed her heel from his back, instead taking the few steps towards where Ceres and Mengyao stood, the other horseman taking pleasure in harassing the young hunter. "Pardon me, Mengyao, it is not my intention to steal your victim but for a moment~" she crooned to the conquest horseman, bowing low at the waist in respect. Then, and only then, did she turn her attention down to the girl she had taken to be Bix's protege.

Oh yes. This was all about his punishment. He had brought her into this, and she would use it to make his suffering all the more painful. Let him feel the agony of having one he cared about suffer.

"Ceres, was it?"

Crouching in front of her, Eris cocked her head to one side, reaching forward to cup the girl's chin gently, tilting her face up to meet her eyes.

"Tell me... would you like to die tonight, little Demeter?"

Tseng grinned at Candace, not faltering even with that verbal jab she had just given him.

"Oh that's not a problem. I'll just take your home like you took ours. Now really, why don't you go have a seat?" he asked before kicking again, this time a little harder. After doing so, he threw his hands to the air dramatically.

"This is all one grand tale is it not? The mortals! Thinking they can simply bring us down. We might have lost our islands but there is plenty of land that we cannot Conquer. It is within our very blood!"

They spoke big, but it almost seemed like they were expecting to be saved at any moment. Any moment they would have liked. It seemed the resistance was more fulfilling for his kin than anything else these humans could have done would have been. That was pleasant.

Invictus walked between the powerless hunters with a sort of amusement - a familiarity. He did not smile, smirk, or do anything besides hold his head high and walk with the same tall proudness he always had, pausing once or twice to consider one or two of the humans, before he'd move on again. One or two that an assault on would perhaps cause some of this... strength.... to wither. A few strong roots.

He paused as he passed by Cass, turning his head to observe her strict defiance - almost as though it was practiced, in some way - before he leaned in, whispering something quietly to her. Perhaps it was to see if she would buckle underneath his words.

And there was something infinitely satisfying about how she rubbed at her ear as he walked away to continue. To watch. He knew how to do this - he just needed to see if the children did.