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((Theta Seven is entering the area and ATTACKING PONY BOSS))

Theta Seven wandered out of the tent to check something that he thought he'd heard and even wandered a few steps away where he was then swallowed up and then lost in the fog for a moment until he realized that his phone had gone off. He gave it a quick check as he walked and felt confusion - he could barely read it and he was certain if it wasn't for the light he wouldn't be able to read it at all. Good thing the fog suddenly cleared up and -- wait.

He snapped his head up at the creature and his eyes widened behind his mask as out of shock and fear he reached into his bag and got out the hand-club-mace-thing (TM) and swung it at the creature out of surprise. Just briefly he made out the pendant twined in the mane - perhaps that is what the text was babbling about? Can't worry about that now... DEATH PONY.

((Weapon being used: Mace/Small hand club
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent BOSS PONY: 4
Total HP value left: 30))

THETA TWO ENTERING AREA AND ATTACKING PONY BOSS.

Passages of white, walls of white. Everything was made of white.

It was going to drive her insane.

Theta-two stumbled blindly through the fog, heart erratic and in her throat, but at least that meant she was still alive. Her self phone flashed, a blue gleam in the veil of fog, flickering only briefly as she read the newest message that she'd failed to pay attention to. The screen reflected bits and pieces of a gas mask, and her brain was strangely blocked from recalling the color of her hair, or the tone of her skin. It was strange, drawing the conclusion that she was just another gas mask trouper on an island that could very well have been filled with thousands of other gas mask troupers.

Step to the left, right, left, down, up. Thinking about how lost she was just made her dizzy, and soon enough, she stopped taking count of which way she stepped, and how many times she tripped over her feet in the process of it all.

And then it was there; an ear piercing sound of flies and and claws and pain. Her feet broke into a run; but she wasn't sure if she was trying to run towards it, or away.

It didn't matter though, because in a matter of moments, the fog broke, drawing her through its white walls --- was that a horse?! Her mouth opened into a wordless yell, some sort of mangled "holy s**t!" Because really, when one saw a horse the size of small house, it should have been only natural to experience a fair bit of shock, right? Right...? Out of the corner of her eye, she managed to find Theta Seven - that b*****d, she thought teasingly, - and a myriad of other people she didn't even know. But they were all gas mask clones so how bad could they be, really? Not as bad as that horse thing! She would have been content to just sit there and wallow in what she thought might have been the craziness of giant, flaming horses and gas mask boyo's, but when she couldn't remember a thing about herself at all, she couldn't rightly say that this was an actual brand of crazy. So instead, she did the stupidest thing she could think of. She drew the wooden stake sticking out like Excalibur from her knapsack and rushed right in.

Rash, She thought again, the putrid appearance of the creature hitting her square on as she took a swing. She didn't even see the pendant until she was trying to get back to the edge of the clearing in the fog. Oh. Well, that might be useful. Yeah. Me in a nutshell.

Her mouth opened into a laugh. An actual laugh, perhaps bred from the situation and the way this felt absolutely ridiculous. This was real. If she got one hit k.oed, she was just dead. That was it.

Well, at least if she got killed, she could say she went down fighting.

( Weapon being used: Wooden Stake.
Total Damage to self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Pony Boss: 2
Total HP value left: 30 )

[Delta Four enters, attacking boss!]

Delta Four waved her hand in front of her face -- well, her mask really -- trying to dissipate the fog. Of course, it didn't work, but she had hoped holy hell what the flying frick was that flaming thing.

Taking a step back to stare at the creature, Delta Four grimaced and took in the entire scene.

It was a giant flaming pony. Something that did not exist, yet clearly did in front of her eyes. Surprisingly, she wasn't that perturbed by it, but it did make her a little uneasy. Especially the fire. The fire was not a good thing, and she wanted to stay away from it as far as possible.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, whichever it was... in its mane was a pendant. Well, what the heck was that doing there? Her cell phone chose at that time to go off, and she sighed and grabbed it to pull it up, looking at the message.

Only five pendants.

Well then.

Slinging her backpack out and reaching in to grab her dagger, she slung her backpack back onto her back and joined into the fray, dagger plunging towards the large creature.

This thing needed to go away, and fast.

[[ Weapon: Short Dagger
Roll Average: 5 / 2 = 2.5
Damage to boss: 3 (Roundedup)
Delta Four's HP: 30 ]]

[ Delta One enters area, ATTACKING THE BOSS ]

It wasn't long since deciding to follow the others that Delta One found herself lost in the densely thick fog. She could make out the occasional sound, like the scuffling of feet or the clearing of ones throat. Other then that....she almost felt like she had been stuffed in a sensory deprivation tank!
A sound...a beeping sound... OH! The cell phone! She hoped that whatever it was, it was better news then the last message she had recieved. She stopped, grabbing at her belt for the small device and bringing it as close to her face as she could manage, while clumsily pushing the button to view what was indeed a new message. The glowing screen helped slightly, but not by much. She squinted from behind her mask slowly making out the words, then re-reading them.
A pendant? What the fu---
Suddenly, noise, that didn't sound far from where she stood. Cocking her head to listen, she heard terrifying sounds, sounds to make you wake up screaming. But instead of being terrified, she was just angry!
She started off with purpose in that direction, and not long afterwards, found herself suddenly blinking, out of the fog and into the flaming pony death trap (or the frying pan, whatever). Hmmm, a frying pan...that might do her some good here. Better then the nun-chucks she had stored in her back pack, anyways!
She eyed up the creature in front of her, chest heaving beneath her suit as she watched others attack...some of which she recognised from their suit colors, and others she did not. Suddnly she noticed something, Was that...a pendant? The words from the message on her cell phone flashed in her mind. If they could defeat this creature, somebody was likely going to try and get that pendant...and then? Mass pandemonium was going to ensue. But that was a matter for after the fight. Flaming pony of death had to fall first.
Quick decision time here, attack, or run?
Attack!
Nun-chucks or fists?
Fists!
Now...where to strike? She tried to time her attack carefully. Didn't want to be set on fire by the monstrosity that was shooting flames around the 'clearing'. Waiting until at least it's head was turned away from her, she darted in, ready to attempt to punch this thing in the side of the ribcage.
Her fist connected with the abominations body, the flesh beneath her knuckles reverbrating from the impact. She let her anger fuel her, to keep her from instead letting terror take over.
It wasn't until after she attacked that she realised now how very uncomfortably close to the creature she was...
(( Weapon: Melee
Damage to self: 0
Damage to BOSS: 3 (9-6)
HP:30 ))

[Theta Three Entering and Attacking Boss]

No way...NO WAY! NO ******** WAY! What the hell was that thing?! She stared up at it in shock and then hastily backpedaled. Then she noticed more people, more then just the original thirteen from her tent. Oh great would she have to defend herself from everyone on all sides and defeat this monstrosity? Maybe this was all some bizarre dream or hallucination? If it wasn't though she sure as hell didn't want to die.

The thing...whatever it was, had a pendant in it's...hair..mane...it had one. She wanted one, she needed one to survive so it was obvious what had to happen. She felt her grip tighten on her mace before she rushed forwards to swing.

The mace seemed to connect she felt a dull thudding sensation jolt up into her arms and realized she probably hadn't ever done this before. Her muscles just didn't seem used to the motion. She tried to get back then as quickly as she could because the thing was pretty dangerous looking. She kept looking around her as well not unaware of danger from others as well.

((Weapon Used: Mace
Total Damage to Self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Boss Pony: 6
Theta Three's - HP: 30))

((Theta-Five has entered the battle!))

"Thirteen." Theta-Five hissed, looking about as best he could through his mask in the blinding fog. All the heavy armor and not any fog or nighttime vision. What a worthless burden! It didn't help to hiss out anyone's name either, as that was exactly what he was doing as he tried to follow his Instantly-made comrade into the fog and completely lost him.

"See. SEE. This is what happens when we don't follow some order. We should have went in a straight line. All of us. Then we wouldn't have to get lost and be picked off one by one like stray zebra. Doesn't anyone watch National Geographic?!!"

Gloved hands twisting into each other, Theta-Five continued onward until a rather strange noise caught his attention. It wasn't any swearing or bloodcurning scream as the other members had said they might scream if in trouble, but something bizzare. Well, what he assumed was strange as he didn't know what was normal around these parts.

Worried, he called out again. "Thirteen....is that you?" Yeah, that didn't sound like a horror-flick right there at all!

Just as he moved closer to the sound, which might have been stupid considering all things, he noticed the fog clear a moment to show something really messed up. It was, as best as he could describe, a horse. A very smelly, monstrous, gigantic, messed-up horse abomination that was VERY pissed off.

If it wasn't for the fact everyone else seemed to have gathered here, whcih would give him another chance of organizing them, he would have turned and ran. Instead, he noticed everyone use their recently recived weapons and attack. So, kill or be killed.

Reaching back and pulling out his stake, he looked at it. "Maybe I was a hitman in the past?" Even saying it sounded completely untrue to him, but maybe he was really good at killing. He'd at least know his abilities if he tried, and now was better than later.

Rising his stake and feeling more and more like a Buffy impersonator, Theta-Five went for an attack.

(Weapon Used: Wooden Stake
Total Damage to Self: 0
Total Damage to opponent Boss Pony: 2.6 rounded up to 3
Theta-Five's HP: 30 )

(( Delta Ten, entering and attacking ??? Boss. ))

Delta Ten hadn't really meant to wander off from his group, not because he cared so much about them individually, but for survival's sake. But the fog had made that decision for him. And after a bit of hopeless wandering, the fog had seemingly decided to clear too. The sight he came upon was an interesting one; there was some mutant, flaming horse thing, which he thought looked hilarious by the way. Whoever was "testing" them had way too much time on their hands if they were making such strange creatures. Because he had no doubt the thing was real, just as he had no doubt that this test was really a threat of death.

More importantly, the thing had a pendant. And he wanted it, damn it. Sure, it might be dangerous to attack it, but there were other squad members and teams around, fighting it too. It wasn't so much about beating the beast himself, but of helping to beat it and then snatching the pendant out from under their noses.

He recognized some of his squad as he rushed forward with his knife, slashing out at the monster. He felt the angle was wrong, so he didn't get the impression he'd done much damage if he'd hit. Oh well, it was better than nothing. Again, it wasn't about being the strongest at this point, not really.

He saw Delta Eleven, who had fallen instead of managing an attack. He said candidly as he took a few steps back from the beast, more in her direction, "Well, so glad you ran off, hu?" His tone was actually rather light. His focus, demonstrated by the direction of his gaze that no one else could see, was on the monster.

(( Weapon Used: Dagger
Damage done to self: 0
Damage done to boss: 1
Total HP: 30 ))