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The first time she'd been assigned patrol duty in the Haunted House had also been the first time she'd been granted honest help on the Island, a courtesy extended to a first timer out of extreme kindness. The second time she'd been assigned patrol duty, she was not so lucky.
Though she tried very hard to walk through the portal with her head held high in an attempt to exude confidence, Abbi was certain even her faking it wasn't going to mean she would make it. She had been smart enough to change out of the cute red shirt she'd originally put on (just because it had a cute bow that tied on the front didn't negate the fact it was a red shirt) before she rushed back and out to the grey house, her fingers hurried in their movements to realign her scarf and coat and stockings. It was all nervous actions meant to occupy her mind with the mundane and avoid the thought of what could happen today.

She'd been attacked by two Halloweeners once, and only made it out thanks to Kat.
Ripley had suffered horrible scars and hurts because of this place.
Nevada had died here.

Any strength the teen had gleaned from the comforting words of her weapon drained from her as she stepped through the front door. Gray greeted her, leeched floorboards and papered walls stretched out in impossible angles and Abbi could not seem to grasp the well of accomplishment she had discovered in the pit with Stormy and the others.
"Its just a house." She said out loud, craning her head back to look up, curious to know if she could spy a colorless chandelier. "How can it be this terrible?"

Maybe there was a chandelier high, high above her that she just couldn't see. It was easier to pretend there was one, for whatever reason, probably because it meant that this house was something she expected. That was silly to think because Halloween was the exact opposite of everything Abbi knew, which was also a comfort, but also meant she had conflicting ideas about the house and know she had confused herself.
She huffed, frustrated to have worked herself into a mental conundrum like that. Two steps were taken forward before she turned in a circle and then decided to wander in a fuller circle, Viveca happy to grumble encouraging phrases like Don't stand still, ye big baby or The more frightened ye are, the worst it'll be. Exceptionally helpful.

The sound of shattering glass was enough to prompt a scream, but the additional woosh of a sharp object barely whizzing past her face really made her go all over spooked. There were a number of phrases that followed the realization she had almost had her nose lopped off (all very creative in their avoidance of anything foul) before Abbi whirled around to look out the window.
"YO! Kocoum, that was mega rude, dude!" Her hands shook, but she still grabbed the dagger from the wall and haphazardly tossed it back through the window toward its original owner.
...Which meant he now had his weapon closer and her's wasn't even summoned. Good job, Abbi.

HP: 40/40
DMG: 3

"Hey!" She called back, both hands flying up to protect herself from the falling shards and finding the thick of her blade protecting her face. "I'm a Virgo, thankyouverymuch!" There was comfort in sass, confidence in being quippy and Abbi was fine with overlooking the obvious leap in consistency to make the joke work.
A good push against the blade sent her weapon spinning against her palm, easy to keep the momentum going with a upward nudge here and there until her fingers snapped around the pole and it stood at attention. She and Viveca had discussed this.
Halloween was a threat, but individually not enough to get all flustered over.
Horsemen were to be eradicated if at all possible.

"You're like... A horse, right? So you would know what a herd looks like, yeah?" The laugh is forced, but its the best she's got when she is fighting the urge to run so hard. They told her the job was to patrol, to fight what she could, destroy if at all possible, and get out if it got rough.
And, if past experiences were any indication, rough was a long way off.
"Gosh, you guys all look so stupid... Why are your wings on your butt?"

HP: 40/40
DMG: ha ha

Standing around attempting to look confident was not working for Abbi, so she reverted back to her favorite pasttime: fidgeting.
First she scuttled to the right, then to the left, then back and forth until she forgot she probably looked like one of those overly animated game sprites who just wouldn't stop. The fact that the Horseman was just staring, and sneering it seemed, was not helping at all.
"What's that say about you, hot shot?" Oohhh snap, son! He was totally alone so oh what then?
Was this trash talking? Was this right?

About to try another insult, this one way better than the others she'd tried, Abbi really only got in an inhale before she let it go in a very loud squeak.
Now there was a bear.
Like a big bear. A really, giant, huge bear...

She only had time to scream before the wall collided with her back and all the air burst from her lungs. Both hands grappled against her blade, Viveca snarling in her mind as if to match the monster that trapped her. She was little, sure, but she wasn't going down without a fight.
"Not fair, fur butt!" Abbi wheezed in a voice made harsh by the scratch of air lost, legs wildly kicking in attempt to get purchase against the animal that pinned her. "I thought you were a horse!" Being shoved against a wall really had done a number to her witty banter. But there was just enough leverage, thank glob for a pole-armed weapon, to shove the lilac blade against what she hoped was vital parts and continue to push. The worry that gripped her throat tight could be funneled, at least in part, to save herself from this situation that was so frightening.

HP: 33/40
DMG: 6

"Horses are not predators!" Abbi shouted, hating that it turned into a whimper a second later when claws snickered against her shield. It didn't matter that he was a bear right now, what mattered was that she was trapped and kind of needed to not be. Especially when the snout opened to reveal sharp, pointed teeth that were awfully close to her skin.
Maybe instead of a red shirt, she should have changed into a red hood...

The mention of trembling makes Abbi realize she is veritably shaking with her fear, of which Viveca has reminded her only makes this worse. The weapon is far too busy shouting about not being dropped, of which the teenager is doing her very best despite the clatter of claws against the shield on her hands, and offers no tips or pointers on how to defeat bears. Or on how to stop being so frightened.
But a foot manages to catch on some fur and Abbi sees the opportunity for what it is.
Her leg squeezes in and kicks out, colliding with more fur and then something mostly solid underneath. Again she kicks, whining that its not more effective.
"I'll give you the worst case of indigestion ever if you try and eat me!" Really, its the best she's got at the moment.

HP: 27/40
DMG: 5

After she'd said the line about indigestion, Abbi thought of at least three far more clever things to have said, and two that were rather funny. They would go unused now, but oh how could she could be wistful over her lost moment of coolness later on.
With a heel shoved against the fur, another shove came from the monster that made her leg ache dangerously. Suddenly frantic she tried to shove her elbow against his face and only succeeded in offering it to him. Teeth closed down around the limb (how small it looked compared to all those rows of teeth, how tiny and fragile it appeared) and even if there was only the dull sensation sharp pressure, the teenager still screamed as though it hurt very badly.

For a quick moment the blade of her scythe found purchase on the creature, but it was not acted upon quick enough before the room spun. She knew she should have found a point of reference, but it happened so quickly that by the time the thought filtered through, Abbi was in the air. Both hands scrambled against her weapon uselessly until the ground rose up, another force to rip the air she'd only just recovered from her lungs.
A tiny squeak left her as the girl marveled at her body that bounced up into the air, congratulating herself on the amount of air she got, before she crashed back down.

Glass crunched everywhere, stuck to her skin where the shield was weakening and cut up her coat and stockings.
"You're... You're not so tough." The girl choked out as she scrambled to her feet, slipping on the glass but managing to right herself. One heel of her hand scrubbed at her face then shook itself of glass. "I've fought scarier."

HP: 20/40
DMG: 2

Both hands wrapped tighter around the staff of her scythe in attempt to provide herself with comfort, but only found a familiar shock against her palm. Glass has gotten between her and her weapon, something Viveca is none too pleased about and vehemently scolds the girl for. It is background noise compared to the thud of heavy paws against the floorboards of a grey, grey house.
Hadn't she told Ripley how dangerous the Horsemen were when he'd gotten hurt? Why had she wanted him to listen if she didn't bother with her own warning? They were dangerous, they were the worst...
{ Ain't none of it matters if we both die! }
We. Not me, not you. We.

A spark within the fur catches her attention, sparks her interest over the insinuation of what her ghost is implying. Surprise mingles with curiosity, for that all looks familiar to what weapons when charged do, only it is on the creature itself and not funneled.
The threat that barrels toward her is a minor disturbance as Abbi pieces the puzzle together. She is caught in the light of what is attacking, caught in the headlights so to speak, her mind detached for a moment as she thinks of how Halloween must have its own sort of attacks that stay with the weapons when they are rematerialized and re-purposed.
Feet step ball changed in attempt to get away, but weren't fast enough so that the girl swung up with her weapon and found her opposite arm open for the taking.

It was the removal of her feet from the floor that really worried her, the girl opening her mouth for a good gasp before the scream as she was lifted up and back down. Her heels shifted up, one tried to find the floor and crunched under her body, while the other turned up and pushed into what she hoped was the stomach or the heart or something sensitive of the bear that pinned her. An awful noise like a scream and a grunt and a sound of shattering glass left her as she smashed against the ground, teeth clattering against a shield that is cracking under Abbi's gaze. She looks at the bear, at the scythe she has pushed between them, at the teeth that crunch against her arm.
Calm is not the word for what she experiences, for there is a scurrying in her stomach that is scared of her defenses that are so weak, that she knows are about to break. Frightened cannot describe it either, for she sees the girl she was in the cave and knows a simple stretch of her mind will bring her back in this trying moment. But it is something in the middle, something that frustrates and bothers Viveca into turning quiet in her hurried whispers to fix this. It is something mixed, something that makes Abbi scream until she is hoarse because it hurts, but makes her push and kick and twist her weapon in desperation.
Maybe it is survival or self preservation, but she does not think so highly of herself.

HP: 5/40
DMG: 5