Leon got a flash of a toothy smirk before Rep dove right back into attacking the imitation hunter. This ******** fog and always trying to ******** fool them, he was tired of it and it needed to end. He loathed it more than words could say.
The follow up hit set the entirety of the axe against the false hunter in a brutal blow.
"And THAT is for all those ******** months in that ******** bunker." he snarled, even as blade met whatever solid material it was these ******** things were made of.
Target: Mortwep Target HP: 60
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 50/50 DMG : 12 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 3/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Jordan was angry now, the edge of paranoia making the fog's deception personal. These things were pretending to be Hunters, a mocking parody of what they were supposed to look like. Not-Julie had, at least, been benevolent, a fragment of the person she'd been; these creatures were dangerous, and he'd nearly fallen for it.
He laughed as he heard Rep's snarl, and darted in when he saw an opening in the chaos large enough to bring Ferros smashing down in an overhand arc. "Hated that damn bunker," he added.
Target: Mort & Hunter Target HP: 51
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 2/3 Damage: 9 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
At least Rep had... somewhat noble reasons for attacking. Leon however grunted at the Axe wielder and charged in to strike. "GIMME THAT GAUNTLET!" the life hunter barked out and swung the chainsaw at the false hunters arm. he had no qualms about dismembering the thing if need be.
Target: Mort & Hunter Target HP: 46
Stats:
Name: Leon Stone HP:20/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 20% Items: 1 Medkit from the medic tent, 2 corrupted pumpkin pills, 1 pumpkin pill RP Blurb: Leon stands at 6' 2", dark brown hair and beard stubble and if a very fit and buff gentleman that likes to charge at things with a very loud, noisy and dangerous chainsaw etched with green runes.
Moving to where the fake hunter and the witch ghoul were, Xiu first touched a hand to the latter's shoulder, eyes wide. "Are you alright?" It probably would have been nice to get a name from her so that Xiu didn't mentally have to refer to her as the "witch" or "red-headed ghoul", but now...didn't seem like the time for pleasantries. Turning around to face their opponent, the baku bristled.
"Who--or what--are you?" She demanded, her fists raised in front of her and at the ready just in case, "You're not on their side--" --a pause to jerk her head in the direction of the hunters-- "And you're most certainly not on ours. What is it that you want?"
Target: Alex Target HP: 126
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 45/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
Eva's heard jerked up as she heard Jordan's yell. Hold it--these guys weren't with them? Her grip on her weapon tightened as she glanced over her shoulder to look at Melvin and Otto, motioning towards the cloaked figures. "Looks like there are some imposters here. I'm going to go help--" --After all, going on the offensive and taking out the threats was another way to keep them safe-- "--but you two be careful, okay?"
She moved forward, swinging her staff out with both hands and into the fake hunter with a satisfying hit.
The blade was lifted back up as the robed figure stepped back from the witch, turning as another approached, the blade lowering slightly to point just below her chin, towards her neck, moving forward so that if she didn't move as well, she would end up with the point of a sword pricking against her throat. Questions. Always with the questions. The figure only laughed again, the same dark, raspy chuckle, not answering her. Not yet.
The blade was eager for more, it wanted a taste of everything, of every Halloween creatures Fear. It was delicious, and worked to sate some dark need deep down. More. Always he wanted more. The hunger consumed him, the runes along his blade, almost appearing as blood splatter when dimmed, began to glow brighter.
Let me bite her, I want a taste.
Of course you do. The hunters voice crooned in his mind. You're always so hungry Alexander.
The blade suddenly flicked forward, for a shallow cut, almost as though the hooded figure was just toying with the girl.
"Enemies." A voice whispered from beneath the hooded cloak. "Monsters, all of you. Filth. You will all die."
Madison had hung back when the 'Hunters' appeared, uncertain - but it seemed clear that they had not taken the willing, and when Deryk shouted about their lack-of-faces and sent Jordan into action... well, Madison had always been willing to follow Jordan's lead. "With you, Boss!" she shouted, throwing herself at the gauntlet-wielding 'Hunter' he'd attacked, following up after another girl - Eva, was that her name? - and slashing one blade across the figure's legs.
Kouki rumbled hungrily. So close...
Target: Mort-Hunter Target HP: 36
Stats:
Name: Madison McKenzie HP: 35/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Items: [x] Runic Bandages x 2 (one is personal Runic Weapon loadout) [x] Strange (Horseman) Vial x 1 RP Blurb: 19 year old white girl with strawberry blonde hair, in a hunter-coat kimono, with four katana!
Hunters everywhere. It was kind of hard to choose which looked the most delicious to her, seeming to pant and keen for some kind of release from the hunger that had begun to always lurk in her stomach. A craving. A craving for anything that had meat and substantial taste to it.
She immediately went for a black coat - she didn't care which one it was either. If they had a neck, she would try to bite it out with fervor - a task in and of itself somewhat more difficult because of her missing fangs. Perhaps it would hurt more to have just flat teeth seeking out their meal.
There was no logic to her decision making process. Just hunger.
Target: Mort/Hunter Target HP: 26? (If above math is done? )
Stats:
Name:Shehk Faction: Student HP: 30/50 Fear: 100% Insanity: 10% Visual Reference:Shehk Inventory: - Glass - x - Pumpkin Pill - x - Used x - Regained x - Corrupted Pumpkin Pill - x
Actions Selected: 1 - Ignore Fog and Move in a Random Direction - x 2 - Agree to Return Item, Attack - x 3 - Use Pumpkin Pill on Figure - x 4 - Pick up the Beaker - x 5 - All Paths Lead to the Same End - x
Lips pulled into a sneer, the whining was getting old and the same arguments kept cropping up, repeated again and again. Joyce was convinced she and Martin and the third guy were the only ones who weren't bat-s**t insane. "You know it, Falc~ Gotta hand it to the freaks, though, they're one deluded bunch. Either that or all this Insanity's gotten to them and ought to be put outta their misery!!"
One didn't attack one's own. One simply retaliated. And more and more of these Hunters were turning on them. But Joyce showed no fear, no worry, no fatigue or stress. No matter how many strikes that fell, no matter how many times she was cut and slashed and punched and kicked, something was pulling her right back up to her feet.
Something was steeling her arms, strengthening her resolve, and numbing the pain. She was supposed to have bruised limbs, torn skin, and broken bones. She was supposed to be shrieking, maddened with pain as the sensation of teeth and blades and explosions and blunt-force trauma not merely lingering but surging through every single fiber of her body. She seemed to be drawing it from somewhere, someone.
And that someone was screaming. That someone roaring in agony and anguish. Joyce's weapon. Petro. A student in Amity. Or he had been. Once upon a time. He wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to end like this. Not at a Hunter's hand. The runes engraved on the weapon's surface was pulsating and flashing erratically.
"Yes, Petro, yes. Hunter-hands. Not Freak-hands. Not Whoresman-hands." Joyce stated calmly, evenly to her partner. "Isn't that how the world works where you came from." The Moon Hunter stated smugly, a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin pulling wide at her mouth. She began to twirl her staff, spinning Petro faster and harder, building momentum as she madly rushed forward and brought a flurry of strikes down on a Life Hunter with a chainsaw.
"That weapon's taken~" she declared, half a growl, half a snicker, all vindication and malice.
His yell had brought backup, and Jordan grinned at Maddie as she charged in to get her own shot at the false Hunter. He hung back himself; there were enough people on the figure with the gauntlet now that he and Ferros would be hitting one of their own if they tried to attack the impostor again.
The false Hunters were calling to each other; they seemed to believe that they were Hunters. Jordan felt a brief flash of doubt. Should they be attacking? But the anger rose again in him. These things had tried to masquerade as humans. Who knew what they'd have done if the real Hunters hung back and allowed them to attack freely?
Target: Mort & Hunter Target HP: 26
Stats:
Name: Jordan Miller HP: 45/60 Charge: 2/3 Damage: nope FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 25% Items: 1 Corrupted Runic Bandage, 1 Runic Bandage, 1 Horseman Vial RP Blurb: Human wearing a red scarf, shoulder-length blond hair in a ponytail, carrying a massive hammer with red runes
Ryan made another swipe for the false hunter, raking his claws through the air. Unfortunately air was pretty much all he caught as the clawed tips only grazed their target.
:That was a lousy attack.: Locke chirped, and was rewarding with a low growl from the moon trainee.
Shut up, Locke! Now isn't the time for this. A pause in thought. Correction, there's never a time for it. This whole day was giving him a headache. He seriously couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole and leave it far behind him.
Target: Tro/hunter Target HP: 66
Stats:
Name: Ryan O'Conner HP: 50/50 Damage: 1 Charge: 3/3 FEAR Strength: 90% Insanity Strength: 50% Items: None RP Blurb: Looks like this.
Xiu stiffened when the point of the blade was suddenly held up to her throat, and it was with some struggle that she worked to keep her expression as impassive as possible.
The sudden cut, however, earned an involuntary flinch from the ghoul. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned back slightly so that the point of the blade was no longer right up against her throat, giving her a chance to speak. "I see, so you're a common enemy to both Halloween and Hunters alike." Her gaze slid away from the figure them to fall on his weapon, her brows drawing together in confusion. If these people weren't hunters, then their weapons wouldn't be...
...Right?
"Your weapon. Does it have a name?" Not that a simple name was an indication that the weapon had once been a student, but she still wanted to know.
Target: Alex Target HP: 126 (oh my god Xiu)
(( Stats: ))
Name: Xiuying HP: 44/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 5% Items: 1 Pumpkin Pill RP Blurb:5'2" baku ghoul
The gauntlet-wearing faux-hunter was well and truly under attack Rep thought to himself as the cavalry arrived, it couldn't have long left to survive under the barrage of attacks.
What did catch his eye however was the staff wielding one that brutally set about Leon. The life hunter had said he had Rep's back, it went both ways. His attacks on the gauntleted figure were forgotten as he turned his attention to the other hunter.
The charge he'd been carrying around finally came to good use as he smacked a hand to his shoulder, letting the shadows slither up from the blackness of Tracey's blade to wind down his arm and give a boost to the other man's shields.
"Be ******** careful." He snarled before turning his attention entirely on the staff wielder.
Target: Leon Healed for: 19
Stats:
Name: William Reid HP: 50/50 DMG : -- FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 35% Charge: 3/3 Items : 2 x medikit, 1 runic bandage Appearance : Loud, arrogant
human with vibrant red hair and a nasty demeanour,
Joyce wasn't done. Oh she was so not done. She was ignoring the pained growls of her weapon, chiding him and telling him to suck it up and be a man. "We got a ******** ton of s**t to clean up," she declared, "And I'm sure as ******** not going to do it alone! C'mon, Petro, time to pony up!!!" She held the staff before her and began to pound the ground, each movement causing the large rings dangling on her staff to chime. The echo of the rings seemed to grow louder the farther it moved away from the Hunter, the melody distorting sight and sound.
HP: 66 Target: The next 3 people to post must roll 1d6
