[[HH 4 v ?] Ponying Up [Shik/Yuzhi/Sal/Zhi](FIN)

[medigel]

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Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 ). You feel something brush against you, unsettling as it literally envelops you in a blanket of cold. You feel stronger but more distant, as if the battle around you is happening to someone else...

Shik muttered a curse as he waved away more of the fog with a swipe of a wing. Worse than before, it was now beginning to seep into his skin like a cold draft he could not keep away, and considering he already wore very little the effect was immediate: a cold Shik was a grumpy Shik. "I would have liked it if Medea had given us clearer instructions on how to find this ancient," he growled to his companions as they attempted to cut their way through the blankets of white and gray.

Ah well. Better than being cooped up in a small room with a bunch of animal students and one annoying mist creature. He brushed at his arms to keep some warmth going, wings curled close.  

[Enoh Love]

"Yes, it is a little hard to find what we're looking for in this chaos." Sal agreed, approaching the familiar voice and shape. He'd gone out looking for the little ones he had decreed to be under his protection, but alas none of them had shown up; he could only hope that they hadn't fallen prey to the outbreak.

"But no matter, I imagine something will turn up." He sighed as though this was way too much work - which is was, as dire as he knew it to be - and continued trying to peer through the fog. "Perhaps we should call it by name?" Was ANCIENT even a name?
 

[Pales]

There was something about the fact that Yuzhi was still leading Zhiqiang around by the sleeve without letting go. Like she was tethering him to her to make sure he wouldn't just up and disappear on her without her say so. The smaller Conquest Horseman lead the way with a much more proud but tired sort of trod and if she looked a bit weary and tussled but otherwise she was in one piece.

Her stride stopped as she peered over at Shikoba, "Clear instructions would have been nice, yes," she agreed simply as she gave Zhi's sleeve a bit of a tug as if expecting him to have some sort of better insight that she did.

"I think we are supposed to walk blindly until we hit something," she said with a bit of a shrug. Truth be told she was glad she'd run into Shikoba and Sal now. At least she wasn't going to be 'delighted' by Zhi's company all by herself.  

[Kaiyumi]

Zhiqiang stared blankly at Yuzhi when he felt the little horsewoman give his sleeve a tug. ...What? Did she want him to say something intelligent? The horseman lifted a hand to his chin, stroking an imaginary beard for a good few seconds. Then he brightened up. Was brilliant wisdom about to leave the Conquest horseman's lips?

"I hope that we don't run into any more crazies while we're here."

Of course not, it was Zhi. Despite the fact that he was still in rather bad condition, he clearly hadn't hit his head too hard during the last battle. His stupidity and ineloquent speech were right on par with how they usually were.  

[Seussi]

The fogs began to condense, as the whispers in the air intensified. Whispers of home, of a deep longing, of an insatiable need. Out of the mists a figure began to rise, tall, taller, wispy and fog like wings spreading out behind the massive form of what was once the war chieftain, Shaheen. Her form was likely still recognizable to those who knew her. Curvy, winged, her hair a tousled mass of foggy tendrils with two feather like shapes peeking out from their mass. She lunged forward, closing in on the quartet with the phantom sound of wing beats.

Hooooooooooome the figure hissed, as golden eyes narrowed, full of malicious intent and silent threat. Had she followed Yuzhi and Zhi to this point, silently stalking them in the mists? It almost seemed likely, the way her gaze fell on them first.

Leave noooooow. Go hooooooooooome.

While she should have known those who stood before her, while she may have once called them her friends or allies, she knew them no longer. They were a nothing more then intruders here, and she intended on getting rid of them all.

She moved forward, and in movements much like she had used in their previous battle, she lashed out at the two horsemen with her massive wings, the tendrils of fog whipping towards them.

OOC

Total HP : 60 / 60
Damage done: 17
Targets: Yuzhi and Zhi

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Kaiyumi

Pales

Ol-j-man

Enoh Love

 

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"Ah, so I should call it Dead then?" the executioner drawled. "While I'm all for hitting things until they either give or are the target we're looking for, this mist is growing tedious to me. The Head Priestess picked a fine time to faint." Still rubbing his arms, he eyed the other three's various layers or robes with what could have been envy. Still, the cold kept him sharp and alert, so he was able to catch the figure form from the mist the second the whites and grays began to act oddly.

He could also stare at what it produced with some abject shock. Zhi, you had to say the magic words didn't you.

He jumped away just as the being's wings slammed into the Conquest duo, dagger in hand as he continued to gaze at what was once Shaheen with dull horror. This wasn't meant to happen, not on this godsworn mission, not . . . "Gods," Shik breathed with a dark expression, winging his way to Zhi to see if he couldn't put him on the mend for a little longer; it looked as though they were going to need every able body here.

Without so much as a word, when he landed he turned the horseman to his side, rolled up a sleeve and, with concentrated Fear in his free hand, plunged his nails into Zhi's arm. Rather than do damage, the red flowed up his arm and coalesced around the worst of his wounds, closing most in a matter of seconds and leaving behind darkened tribals marks in War's style.

"Get up."

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Shikoba
6'4" War Executioner Y1
HP: 40/40
Fear: Blood Pact (The Chill) USING
Fragment Points: 3
Target: oh Zhi have a tat job
Healed for: 19

 

[Pales]

Yuzhi couldn't help but groan a bit in reaction to Zhi's answer. It was a good thing he was pretty otherwise she'd have a hard time selling him off to a proper suitor somewhere down the line. That's right Ladies (and possibly Gents) if you want yourself a Zhiqiang of your very own Yuzhi will sell him to you for a good price. Order now~.

There was a bit of shock for Yuzhi when she was conversing, tired, and otherwise not expecting an attack when it came right at her out of nowhere it seemed hitting her and Zhi both and it also inspired her to release the sleeve once again.

Damn this thing! Just damn it to the Nine Circles and beyond.

She summoned up her spear, "Oh for the love of," she muttered under her breath letting Shik attend to the fallen Zhi, "you will pay for that," she announced. It was uncertain what they were going to pay for. Hurting the precious (and possibly very lucrative for her if she manages to snag a buyer) Grasshopper or hurting Yuzhi herself. Either way she flung the spear as hard as she could right at the target of the Figure of Insanity.

HP: -2
DMG: 11  

[Kaiyumi]

Ah, he spoke too soon.

To be fair, Shaheen couldn't really be considered as another crazy to both Zhiqiang and Yuzhi, but rather the same crazy who had attacked them previously. The Conquest horseman jerked back in shock when she emerged from the fog, his gaze instinctively darting to the side as he searched for Yuzhi. Could he push her back in time to have her avoid the attack? Or--

--no, they were too slow. He cursed loudly when her--its?--wings came for them and, despite his best attempt to brace himself for the strike, found himself winded as the attack sent him flying back. Having already sustained a fair amount of damage earlier (partly because he had punched himself in the face), his consciousness began to flicker and then fade as he slammed into the ground.

Fortunately, he was jerked back when he felt a sharp pain in his arm, followed closely by the more soothing sensation of flowing fear. With a groan, the man obediently staggered back up to his feet at the order, turning to look at Shik. He looked far more sober than he had a few moments ago--probably because the situation had taken such a serious turn. "Thanks--...what did you do to my arm."

He stared at the tribal markings for a good second before waving his arm, as if hoping that the tattoos would magically fly off. When they didn't, he simply sighed, summoning his bow as he turned to face Shaheen.

"You're really making me do this again, huh?"

And one by one, he showered a number of arrows down at the insanity-corrupted horsewoman.

HP: 13
Damage: 17
Target: why, boobs lady, why
FEAR: Swift Strikes -- Using!  

[Enoh Love]

"Maybe, unless that isn't it's name in which case...I am out of suggestions." The pile of fabric moved - probably shrugging - and he went back to trying to see through the fog. His efforts worked, for he saw---

"...My Little Small!" Sal keened out happily upon seeing Yuzhi with...a mighty odd fellow, he had to admit. Looked somewhat bug-ish, but definitely horseman. He didn't get much of a chance to fawn though, as the fog seemed to shift and twist into something he almost recognized. Red eyes focused on it from where he stood, watching carefully but without expression; in his mind, he was calculating something.

The fellow with Yuzhi was healed, so Sal held off on that for now. He focused his attention on the fog creature then, unable to shake the feeling that he knew this woman, at least in passing. Something told him she was once one of theirs. He heaved an unfortunate sounding sigh and summoned his bolas, casually swinging them in a wide circle at his side.

"I'm sorry my dear, but home is lost to us all." The Sage said, his tone sincerely apologetic, swinging the weights of his bolas at her.

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HP: 40/40
Target: Insane Shaboobs
Damage: 9
FEAR: The Chill (Unused)

 

[Seussi]

The attacks seemed to have little to no affect on Shaheen as each one struck, except to perhaps anger her further as she lunged forward aggressively, swatting at the nearest horsman, Sal, with an outstretched wing.

Noooooo, hooooooooooome. Gooooooo. The whispers intensified, but her voice hissed out above them all, cutting through them as she advanced further forward, her other wing swiping out towards a new target, Shik. She didn't recognize him, she didn't recognize any of them. They were all enemies that wanted to keep her from going home, or maybe they wanted to destroy her home. Either way, they had to be stopped, she had to destroy them.

Leeeeeaave.

OOC

Total HP : 23 / 60
Damage done: 9
Targets: Sal and Shik

((I believe with the new rules that Yuzhi needs to dissipate now ;; sorry, bby!))

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Kaiyumi

Ol-j-man

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[medigel]

Zhi's indignation was promptly ignored because it was much harder to ignore the massive wing buffeting Shik back. You got your tattoos and you were going to like them.

Winded, the horseman had to use his own wings to stop himself from falling over, tousled hair and feathers adding a wild aspect to his stare as he forced himself back into the fray. It spoke with her voice and yet not her voice, and this wasn't supposed to be happening. The students could get twisted and taken and die for all he knew or cared, but not their own, of course not . . . They were far stronger. They were supposed to be. They were Jackdamn horsemen, not . . .

Shik cursed under his breath foully as he took to the air and clipped one of her wings with his dagger in passing. The cold was biting into him still, but he wasn't standing for the would-be Shaheen to tower over him. No, he was going to level the playing field somehow, because if he could not control what had happened to Shaheen then he was damn well going to try and take control of the situation now.

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Shikoba
6'4" War Executioner Y1
HP: 31/40
Fear: Blood Pact (The Chill)
Fragment Points: 3
Target: Shaheen
Damage: 4

Enoh Love

Yo

Kaiyumi

turns

 

[Pales]

Very true to her stubborn nature she had tried to cling on for one attack but the strain of existing past own power to do so made her see stars and then eventually nothing. Before the monster and her comrades she simply dissipated with her eyes rolling toward the back of her head and saying nothing.

It seemed as if her stubbornness was enough to keep anything unfortunate from happening in the process of her temporary end.

Suddenly Yuzhi Jiang was gone. For the time being.
 

[Kaiyumi]

"Yuzhi!"

Wha--but--...how? She had been fine--no, alive--a minute ago, hadn't she? There was no doubt about it that the petite horsewoman had taken quite the blow, but...but she had been there. Alive. Attacking.

Of course, Zhi knew about the incredible willpower that she possessed. When he thought about it, it honestly wouldn't have surprised him if she had forced herself to hold on just for one last attack. Every bit helped, and in a fight like this, every hit counted. Hoping that Yuzhi would manage to reform somewhere safe, Zhi lifted his bow and fired another arrow at the Shaheen-insanity creature.

"We can't let her get another hit in."

HP: 13
Damage: 7
Target: Shaheen  

[Enoh Love]

Sal hissed as the wing hit him, the thin man stumbling back a pace or two. It hurt, but he had taken worse blows. He was just about to start swinging his bolas again when he noticed that a certain little Horsewoman was missing. Gone. The Grasshopper's cry brought him to reality, and he realized that yes, Yuzhi was gone. No, oh Priestess no! Fabric swished against fabric as he moved this way and that, trying to see through and around the fog for someone important.

"Where do they reform?!" The Sage demanded, suddenly not paying attention towards the crazy Insanity beast in the area. Yuzhi was more important to him right now.  

[Seussi]

One of the figures, the intruders, the ones that would try and keep her from going home, had disappeared. That was good, because that meant that there were now just three others to take care of. One was shooting at her with painful sharp objects, and another flew up to eye level. She opted to ignore the one for the other, her golden gaze settling on the flying one menacingly. He, it, the intruder had sliced at one of her wings. She needed her wings, needed them to help to take her home.

The reaction was instantaneous. Both wings spread behind her, raised, then snapped shut on Shikoba, like hands clapping together to squash a fly. That's all they were to her, just insects to be crushed on her journey back home.

OOC

Total HP : 12 / 60
Damage done: 15
Targets: Shik only. Pesky flying thing

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Kaiyumi

Ol-j-man

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