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It was back, she realised with growing dread. The humongous, black horse with vines growing out of it.

This time she was not alone, however. She'd been drawn in by the sounds of battle, and battle it was; there were multitudes of creeple battling the creature, doing their best to subdue it.

She saw both creeple from Halloween and what she thought to be Hunters, judging by their attire. Either that or Reapers; she was still not very good at seeing the difference, truth be told.

But everyone was working hard by the looks of it, united in a common goal. One she could get behind, at that.

With that cheering thought in mind, she grabbed her fishing rod - or her human's fishing rod, but surely she wouldn't mind - and leapt into the fray.

Her attack was puny though, even by her own standards. A quick vine smacked her in return for her efforts, doing more damage to her than she had to it, she thought.

((Dmg done: 3
Total dmg done by all: 548))

For good measure Titus struck again more than ready for this creature to leave. Honestly at this point he wanted to go back home. Extending his probation would have been worth it.

Total Damage Done: 558
Damage: 10

It was almost like his ears were burning, but it wasn't like they had actually asked out loud where he was. Milo was simply trying to figure out a good place to stash Juliette while he decided to help out against the very large horse creature (he had felt personally accosted by it, after all.. it had ruined his car).

It was much larger this time, but that didn't really seem to make much of a difference in his mind - this happened in Power Rangers all the freakin' time after all, no big deal! So, it didn't stop Milo from one of his usual flashy sort of entrances, with all the spins and a few little poses.

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With a flick of the polearm in hand, Milo charged at one of the beast's legs and slammed the blade into it for a nice deep even cut.

Aa crap, getting close to it kind of hurt. Made his head spin a bit.

It began to feel like a few areas of his face that shouldn't be bleeding were beginning to bleed. He could feel a slight pop in his ears and a weird pooling.

< I would say its time to get back, you dying out here like an idiot would be really bothersome. > Koume snorted with a slight touch of concern in her usual agitated shrill voice.

One more, Milo pressed on, pushing forward and ignoring the fuzziness in his head. It felt like at least a third strike was in order to contribute to this group effort. He laid off with the fancy moves for now, just aimed to connect the blade into maybe one of those green blob things and swung. It cleaved in nicely, taking out a few more of the weird creepy little hands just as the runes of the weapon begin to hum and glow.

Sorry Koume, your charge would have to wait as Milo retreated a few steps backwards and pressed the hem of his sleeve to his nose. Aa, joy, there was a little bit of blood (and now he was going to wash his jacket).

< Aa, Milo.. look a little to your left > She noticed her before him, but once he did his mind was instantly on her. And he went running.

"Noemi-chan!" The Sun called out, joyous to see her there as well. And then instantly concerned when he got nearer. His steps increased. Sadly, he wasn't going to be much of a swooping savior or anything (after all, it took him all three turns before he saw her, but well.. giant horse) but he was going to sort of sweep her off her feet in a hug. So, whoever was holding her - if anyone, was anyone? - they were going to be missing the small mist now.

"Are you okay?!"

A few more cuts of the knife out to do the trick, he'd tired himself out earlier with throwing fireballs around.

This was a pretty decent substitute for the now. In actuality, he wasn't sure he wanted to use his Fear around this thing. He'd seen the screaming intertwined bodies that were being consumed.

Helping the souls had been in his family for generations. This was his time to answer the call and protect what he could. He might have been annoyed most of this journey, but the group effort to stop this beast had been a tremendous affair.

Even if he felt nauseous, and light headed the demon helped where he could.

With the portal gone, Mox had little choice. She rummaged through the human's grubby things and found a small knife, making her stand over the crumpled body she had chosen to save. As the tendrils of the damned reached for her, she slashed away as best she could.

Mox sliced and tore at the vines as they coiled for her, brushing against her arms, her legs, her torso, but for every arm she cut away it seemed that two took its place, each one a generic voice of anguish crowding her head. She half-heartedly slashed at the great beast once again, but could take no more of it, overwhelmed by the sense of nausea and anguish and loss that each attack drew from her. Shying away from the vines, she took her human gingerly by the ankle and began her retreat, weaving through the others that might take her place in repelling the beast.

She had done her part. It was up to someone else now, someone bigger and hungrier.

Really, this was not the time to not be able to throw a punch. But Olivia felt oh so very weird, like she couldn't find the power that she could always find inside. All that gusto, all that bravado and all those words that she always told Andrew seemed to be lost.

It felt like the big horse thing was pulling all of her inside into it's insides or something. "No ~" She cried out and tried to pull back. Such a mean horse!