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Just as the kelpie came into view through the mist, he watched the slender equine frame crumble and vanish thanks to a well-aimed paintball.

NO!

Wait.

Why was he surprised?

Even so, the hunchback charged, ready to avenge his fallen friend.

Was anyone surprised to see Calder back in the starting line? Probably not, though Calder was sighing when he returned. Okay. He had to get one shot in. Big goal. One shot. He could do this. Eye of the Stallion!

Calder moved ahead again. He just hoped he didn't see Shehk again or he was going to wind up wanting to blow his own brains out.

The ground was soft underneath the tent, where Nukpana landed.

This was because he hadn't landed on the ground at all.

What. A voice emitted into his mind, coming from underneath all of the red fabric.

What just. The tent wiggled. There was a tearing sound, followed by a hissing.

Please get off me, before I kill you. It wasn't stated as a threat. Simply a matter of fact.

Stalking silently along the walls of the maze, Hadiyya strained her senses for any sign of impending danger. Gun barrel making steady sweeps around her as she surveyed her immediate surroundings. She'd so far only passed other members of N.A.P., Calder and tybalt, but she suspected she was getting close to the other side of the field. The sound of gun shots was growing steadily louder, though sporadic.

Then she heard it, the sound of approaching feet, and she instantly swung around to face the whomever was approaching from the side. Finger tip sliding over the trigger and squeezing down as her sights fell upon the obsidian ghoul before her.

Tybalt was beside her, but she payed him no mind for the moment, far too focused on the task at hand. Splattering that pretty frame with blue paint. She would look just lovely... If only the djinn could hit her.

The tatzel ghoul was happily watching the happenings when she was suddenly blinded by misfire. She'd been about to eat another kernel of candy corn when the red paintball connected to the hand she held to to her mouth with the candy. Coupled with a low hissing, Levi began to wipe at her eyes. It was only indirect drops, but it still stung. She hadn't even noticed that students were being flung wildly about. Even wrath demons so closely landing before Lizzy and herself. A thick tatzel tail moved to shield her eyes for a moment, the short fur comforting her now watery lids.

Well, that had been unexpected; what were the odds of one of those bullets hitting her? Continuously blinking, she tried to adjust her view to adapt to the now less intensive sting. Lizzy. Did she get hit? Ya'll right there, Lizzy? Turning her head, she tried to look at the demoness to verify her state.

[ Proxy-rolling for Tybalt with permission, aiming at Siddie ]

His landing was soft, a lot softer than it should have been. Mocha colored skin was patched with dark, dirty red where the hard gravel had sliced up his bare skin, if anything a good reminder not to be cocky and ignore armor in a battle. Bruises, too, were starting to form, not where he had been shot by an enemy, as he hadn't, but from his own paintballs that had splattered ten times the force into his chest, knocking the wind out of him completely, and where he'd hit the ground hard on his shoulder to skid along the ground. But his landing had been soft. For a second he had paused, both because he his head pounded from the impact and because his body protested the disagreeable treatment, but after that second had passed he realized what had happened, sore muscles automatically going stiff.

It was a person. He'd landed on someone.

Although his body groaned and his mouth bled where his lip had split, Nuk had twisted with surprising agility, jackknifing his body to straddle the individual, still half in 'fight mode.' He couldn't see anything through the tarp -- completely crumpled, it'd fallen over onto itself, folding to completely smother both him and his would-be attacker, dousing whatever light there had been. Automatically his hands found purchase on the pair of wrists, twisting them in his grasp so the palms were up, away from any potential paintball guns that he may have accidentally disarmed, spreading and pinning the other's legs with his own shins. Then, only then did he stop, panting low and hard under his breath from the excursion, pacified but not dropping his guard.

'What? What just.'

The voice in his head should have tipped him off. It was familiar, smooth in a way that felt almost invasive as it moved effortlessly through the mind, somewhere you wouldn't expect another's voice to be. Perhaps at any other time, he would have immediately realized the error of his ways, and would have relented in a heartbeat, even offered her a hand to try to rectify his mistake. But instinct came before any rational thought, and he'd had enough of losing that instead the wiggling was met with only harder resistance, his fists closing more firmly to grind those wrists harder into the red material of the collapsed tent, spurred on by the naturally aggressive sound of tearing material.

'Please get off me, before I kill you.'

In an instant, his hands snapped open to unclench the wrists he now realized were not those of an enemy, moving as fast as they had to pin her to now brace himself against the ground instead, realizing his mistake. His movement to get off her was slower, adrenaline starting to seep from his veins, leaving only a burn in his muscles and an almost-painful pounding in his chest. Shifting to sit up, his legs now braced on the ground as well, he swung one leg off of her, grabbing a fistful of material still over their heads to swing it off, eyes narrowing just slightly at the sudden light. His eyes adjusted quickly, pupils narrowing to accept the sudden illumination, and he flicked them back to Riley, dully assessing whether or not she was going to rip him a new a*****e or two. "Sorry," he rumbled, the sound low and abrasive in texture, although not in tone, one hand reaching up to shove the pelt off his head, running a hand through his disheveled hair.