{ MAUL FINALE ORP } Fight For Amityville - FIN PAGE 10

[demon_pachabel]

There seemed to be a certain amount of..delight..that Invictus got in angering the Master Hunter. Yes, the 'nickname' was delightful, the blood drawn by their numbers was delightful... the barrier was not as delightful, however, and Invictus soon made it a mental note that the army was..going to need to work on that sort of task, really.

Some to attack, some to keep an eye out for hunters setting up barriers, yes. This was duly noted, even as the spark of the runic knives shot pain through his body, sizzling in his flesh and reminding him that unfortunately even for him, he was made of something a little less...all-powerful-over-everybody-else than he would have liked. Obviously, he didn't like that at all, but as he had done with the previous barrier he'd been placed inside of, Invictus moved through it, his skin still seeming to sizzle and hiss underneath it's touch as he moved towards the Northern dagger that was offending his senses.

He would put an end to it.

HP: 30/60
Status: FREE!
Target Chosen: NORTH  

[prolixity]

The ninja muttered a curse as he got his bearings. Ordinarily, he would have been seriously miffed at Usa-pyon for using him as cover, but under the circumstances, he supposed he could forgive her.

And then the runic shield flared to life, its draining effect flattening him again.

Jacking Hunters.

HP: 63/138  

[demon_pachabel]

This offensive creation seemed to be a root of a very large problem, now didn't it? Conquest regarded it carefully, not reaching out to touch it, persay, but he definitely had plans for the wretched little thing - though the plan to stab it into the gut of a hunter was definitely high up on the list.

Still, he had to dismiss it soon enough as he reached out and pulled down with his arm, the yield of gravity pulling down upon the dagger and making the edges of it curl ever so slightly underneath his wrath. He would have none of this...wretched thing hindering him any further.

HP: 30/60
Damage: 22 - 8 = 14
Target: NORTH
Target Remaining: 20 - 14 = 6  

[lizbot]

Well so much for bandages, Clarice thought wryly, as she was forced back into a double handed stance. Also it seemed that the, admittedly quite beautiful woman-creature, still had the habit of hitting on you while trying to kill you. Sadly, both were pretty effective, leaving Clarice both flushing and bleeding from her contact. "You really..."

And then something shining flew sharply toward the blonde. A knife? No....a ******** spatula, Julie ********> Then the barrier went up, and she was smiling widely, "...********> finally." This fair combat s**t was getting old. She was a Life Hunter for chrissake.

Hraegar was shining arc of pink, and metal, and pain as it crashed into the Heiress, "You want my attention? Well, you got it."

Target: Eris
HP: 34/60
Damage: 18
Fear: Unused!  

[Smerdle]

Old Batty hadn't been shopping or anything as awesome as all that. He'd just been taking his daily stroll about town when things had gone to crap. Off in the distance there had been some sort of disturbance, and even though the elderly Trick or Treater had turned and headed that way immediately after noticing it, he had only just arrived at the scene.

Apparently he was just in time to see the dozen or so bats that had been happily frolicking around him DROP TO THE GROUND.

ggrraaaaaahhhghghgghhghghgghhghhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa

He slowly kneeled next to Pauly, a large fruit bat, and shook the animal as dramatically as a geriatric could. Nothing happened.

HP: 72/144
Status: Stuck!
Target: None.  

[Lilwolfpard]

Lifting a chin and lowering her eyelids, she all but glared at the hunters. Seriously? They tried to hold them all still with the some stupid barrier. Really now?

Shrugging it off, the paralysis seemed to wash over her. Not really setting in this time. There was a chance this would not last long, so with a glare.. she ran at one of the barrier items.  

[x_Nata_x]

By that point, Eris had been feeling pretty cocky. The heir of War hadn't missed the pretty little fingertips of rose which had spread across Clarice's cheeks, complimenting her hair and her scarf to only further live up to the nickname 'Lovely.' The blood, too, only added to the appeal, thrilling the horsewoman like it was an addictive drug, and she gave the huntress a hungry look and a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with the results.

Unfortunately, there was only one problem: even though she'd encountered them before, and by all accounts should have anticipated it, she hadn't counted on those goddamn relic daggers.

The first sensation of the FEAR-sapping energy was enough to draw her peripheral attention, the feeling of the electricity sparking over her skin coaxing a moment's consideration. And that was enough. Her concentration had faltered, and Clarice did something that both impressed the horsewoman as well as completely caught her off guard -- she attacked. The huge sword whirled through the air, slicing through it far more effortlessly than should have been possible for a weapon that size, and Eris' eyes widened, the smug expression completely melting from her face, replaced by complete, unadulterated shock. Instinctively, she took a step back to try to avoid the blade, but it was far too late -- the long, heavy blade tasted blood, and she fell, the gladius vanishing in a puff of black smoke.

Even laying there on her back, War couldn't help but be impressed.

Laying there in the snow on her back, Eris winced a little in pain, one arm snaking slowly to the gaping wound, pressing her hand into the bleeding cut. The FEAR-dampener kept her from being able to move all that much, and she strained to do even that much. In addition, the arcing sword had done quite a bit of damage -- the sharp edge had sliced deep into one arm, through all the way to the bone, and had continued on to cut a deep gash diagonally over her chest and stomach. It wasn't debilitation, but damn did it hurt. She didn't bother trying to sit up yet.

Instead, she tilted her head a little to look over at Clarice, making sure not to grimace as she smiled.

"That blush suits you."

It took a lot of effort, but she pushed through the crackle of the dampener, struggling to first sit, then stand again. She was unsteady, at first, but after a moment or too the horsewoman straightened, snapping her wings sharply to shake off the stun. One arm, the one Clarice had been close to severing, was completely useless, blood dripping down over pale skin all the way to her fingertips, droplets of blood staining the snow. The other hand she kept firmly pressed to the wound on her torso, trying to stifle the bleeding. Still, she continued to smile over at the huntress, lifting a shoulder and tilting her head to touch her cheek to it, eyes coyly lingering on the girl to stare at her from beneath long lashes.

"Had things been different, would you have been my lover?"

Was it just to throw Clarice off balance, or was she serious?

lizbot

HP: 19/60  

[Lilwolfpard]

Not one to share, Pyre went for the West barrier marker.

Pyres's HP: 70/140
Damage: 11
Target: west
Eastern Dagger HP: 9/20  

[Marushii]

He ******** knew. He KNEW. From her hidden position on the perimeter, Aria grit her teeth as she watched the battle unfold before her, one hand raised to still what few Mists there were. She wasn't about to repeat a mistake she was still paying for. It was bad enough that she could count the entire squad under her command on one hand; it was worse still to realize how screwed they possibly all were.

"Hold your positions," she ordered, her hand tightening on her weapon. "Caelius got himself into this mess, he can get himself out. Watch your backs, only strike back if attacked. Prepare to pull out at a moment's notice."

"But the mis-"

"Hang it," Aria interrupted, her lip curling in disgust. "If the deaths have nothing better to do than to scheme their own deaths, so be it. The Mists will have no part in their foolishness."  

[iStoleYurVamps]

You jacking, candlejack mother of a pumpkin smasher! >:U Desu-chan was so not dealing with you and your sucky fashion sense. Really? Bells? Bells went out of style two halloweens ago you were disgusting her. This was worse then the time Usa-pyon had eaten all the carrots, or when Rage had broken her favorite table to flip or when Ninja-san had totally ditched her shopping and then ignored her texts for two hours.

It was worse than all those times. Most because some hunter with terrible taste was hitting her with bells. Getting ready to bring out the big glitter guns, Desu-chan suddenly felt like s**t. BLEHHHHH. AUGHHH this is why she was not a fighter. She prefered to watch people fight, not join in them but aughhhhhh she felt sick. Glaring at the sparkle huntress, Desu-chan watched at other attacked daggers. Where those the thing making s**t feel like she was going to roll over into a sack of fail?

Shaking her head she figure to follow the example and attack the glowy thingies. Glowy things were usually never a good sign.

HP: 40
Status: FREE LIKE THE WIND
Target Chosen: East

Zoobey

 

[x_Nata_x]

She didn't wait for Clarice's reply -- peeling her palm off the wound, she lifted her bloodied hand to her lips, kissing the fingertips before blowing it in the Huntress' direction. The breath of a breeze created was warm, but not dangerous -- whether or not that was because she couldn't do much more than that, due to the barrier's effects, or for some ulterior reason, it was hard to say.

"If you chase me... I'll consider that a 'yes,'" she purred, taking a slow step backward, "And I'll take that as an invitation to come for you, Lovely."

Spinning on her heel, Eris took off running towards the southern dagger, not bothering to see if she was followed. If she was, one way or another, Clarice would make herself known. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed the blade with both hands, pulling hard to try to wrench it out of the ground.

Lizbot

Target: SOUTH
Damage: 1  

[iStoleYurVamps]

Almost tripping over herself, Desu-chan went after the glowy thingy. Dagger? Whatever. b***h didn't give a ********. She just wanted to stop feeling like poo. Kicking the dagger she was surprised as it stopped doing it's thingy. She glared at the glitter huntress.

It was so on.

HP: 40
Damage: 4
East dagger HP: 0!
FEAR: unused  

[Bilious]

"Aaah-" The rattish professor gave a pained noise as he was suddenly thrown to the snow once more by an invisible, stifling force. Ears trembling, he managed to turn his head, spotting the young horsewoman he had been helping making a break for it, but try as he might, it seemed the ground wouldn't let go of him. He needed his shopping bags! This was inconvenient, and possibly fatal, and those were two of his least favorite things.

Well. Maybe if he curled up just right someone would trip over him? Just hold your breath and keep trying, ol' boy...

Norvie's HP: 63/128
Status: PARALYZED
other: IDK