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Davey's hands flew to his ears, uselessly, as the mental conversation slammed into his head. It sounded similar to the way he and Azrael 'spoke', but instead of the natural (and just when had he started to think of it as natural?) flow of voices, it was a fierce, alien intrusion. It left as soon as it arrived, leaving Davey with a ringing headache but otherwise relieved. Between this monster and the Soul Harvester, it seemed like his brain was destined to melt out of his ears during this operation.

~What brain?~ came the instant rejoinder.

Davey hmphed, one corner of his lips twitching. "Glad you're back to normal," he said, while he eyes remained on the giant beast in their midst.

Azrael gave a snooty hmph of his own, but seemed to curl up closer in Davey's mind again. Sensing the human's amusement, Azrael gave a sharp mental jab and muttered, ~Shut up, Davey.~

Its mental discussion done with, the beast let out a deafening roar. Spewing threats, it leapt up into the air.

"Oh s**t." Davey's stomach dropped. Spying a nearby rock, he dove behind it. Flames raged around him as he pressed his back against his minimal cover, arms up to proect his head. Heat struck him, even if the worst of the fire didn't. When he judged it to be safe, he stood up. A few spots of pain had him looking down, swearing as he noticed small patches of blue fire burning away at his clothes. Davey patted them out, twisting and peering around to make sure he hadn't missed any.

Somehow, he realised, he was miraculously unharmed. Too bad he couldn't say the same for everyone else. Taking in the burning, smoking carnage around him, Davey began wandering in search of other Hunters.


HP: 40/40
Status: unharmed
Fear Charge: 2/3
Fear Attack: To Taste of Death - poisonous bile covers Azrael's blade. Uses The Tainted Fang for rolling.

If there was one advantage to her small size it was the ease with which Mandy could completely smother herself with dirt as she rolled in the ground. Her thrashing did it's job as she felt the flames go from roaring torment to smolder.

Exhausted she flopped back against the ground, fur practically burned away and body still faintly smoldering.

She hated fire. She really, really did.

((HP: 26
Status: No longer on fire! Still in natural form!))

As Aksaja lay stunned on the ground, there were suddenly voices, voices in his head, one very loud and one quieter and more familiar. Red . . . and someone else. Who? What the Jacking hell?

Before the lightning dragon could question it further, though, the monstrous creature reared up and the first voice he'd "heard" spoke aloud, the words now more like a roar. Oh ********. Aksaja realized what was about to happen just seconds before the fire slammed down into the battlefield and with a mad scramble consisting of running, jumping, and pumping his own wings a few times for extra speed, he managed to get behind a rock.

Then the rock exploded in his face. He stumbled back with a cry, only to realize that . . . it hadn't really hurt him all that badly. He was still here, still alive. He winced, looking around. Unlike . . . several of the others. s**t.

(( HP: 38+5 = 40 (max lul)-5 = 35 ))

Cady's natural tendency to trust the faculty at this point was non-existent. When the crazed monstrosity that was The Artist Formerly Known As Red took wing after a rather dramatic semi- monologue, she ran for cover.

It was probably one of the smartest things she'd done in her life, she reflected sourly, batting out tiny fires that were the only aftermath to the otherwise devastating blast.

Thank Jack for space-rocks. The sudden pulse of FEAR left her feeling more refreshed, and she ducked out from behind her shelter to check on the rest of her fellow students.

Bul was on fire. Literally. Cady crawled over to him cautiously - those were some nasty looking burns. "I wanna go home too," she remarked unhappily. She wasn't quite sure what to do - awkward pats on the back would probably be painful. She settled for attempting drag him back behind the rock, her teeth gingerly taking hold of his arm.

"I'amf soffy," she muttered, voice muffled. This was one of those times that Cady missed opposable thumbs.

Where was Willow and the pink haired ghoul? And the giant bird cat and the wolf and the guy on the pony and... suffice to say, it looked like the fire had taken out a LOT of people. She heard some students calling to rally in the distance - but she didn't want to abandon her teammate.

She'd wait it out a little while longer.

HP: 5 + 5 for round = 10

Lattice heard someone trying to rally others.

..It didn't seem to pertain to her.

So she stayed put.

Christof, meanwhile, still had a crazed look in his eye as he heard the spazzy, electrical dragon shout out to him. Rally? That is not how you rallied. He veered from his course, first spotting poor Miss Lattice looking lost on the ground, and very carefully grabbed her by the shoulder to wrench her to her feet. Next, his eyes scanned for a translator- AH! Miss Amrita! Dragging Lattice behind him, he limped towards her, snarling out through his stitched lips at the top of his lungs a mighty, "HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" His fist up i the air for anyone who cared to look.

Upon making his way to the battered girl, his first thought was what a mess she had made of the nice body he and Mal had made her. But there ws no time to fret. Only time to act. With a sharp snort, he let go of Lattice, hands flying to sign to the vitala, "Must-act. Must-rip-them-apart. Must-make-them-afraid. Must-destroy-them-all. Need-others. Need-more. We-are-an-army. Must-complete-task."

The Vetala didn't quite know where Johan came from; all she knew was that suddenly he was there. She stared up at him when he said her name, her single eye still wide and brimming with what was probably tears. Patiently she waited for him to do or say something more, only vaguely aware of where his hand was until she felt the weight of it, however slight, against her shoulder.

Then there went the waterworks, so to speak.

"S-S-She's gone! They're gone!" She cried out, taking his comforting shoulder pat as an invitation for a hug, which she took quite against his will. The hug and waterworks were thankfully cut short though, as Christof came blundering over; the only thing that came to her mind was OH JACK HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! The second was, of course, a lot nicer as she realized he was signing. Still quite clinging to Johan, the Vetala stared at her naked hunchbacked creator, suddenly not as distraught as she was prior.

"Must...act? Must rip...apart. Umm..." Her brow furrowed, lips pouting in concentration. "Make...them... scared? No, not scared, uh....afraid...? Oh! Must destroy them all!" ...Why did she know that one better than any so far? Oh, Amrita. "Oh, I get it!" She sniffled, finally letting go of the Sorcerer to nod to Christof. "O-Okay! For our friends, right?" Her eye narrowed. For Lizzy, for everyone else who had perished so far, or had been hurt by these...humans.

"Want me to try and yell again? I probably could...Unless you wanted to make the noise? I...I can translate!" She said as though she hadn't been already. She didn't want to public speak anymore, but for Christof she could! "Oh, and, um, Hi." The Vetala murmured to Lattice, waving her fingers.