[!][3 vs 2] Walking wounded. (Rep, Harrison, Jerry) FIN

[poke mattix]

A unearthly shriek followed once the blade struck home, the fog around the dragon thinning out considerably as if it was on it's last legs. It backed away from Rep, changing it's focus back to the others. They seemed like much easier targets to devour.

Jerry was attacked first, wispy claws reaching forwards, grasping and shredding whatever they touched. Harrison was not left out either, as she charged at him, head held low as she tried to head butt him.

OOC

Total HP: 3
Damage done: 8
Targets:Harrison +Jerry

Toshihiko Two

Bilious

 

[Bilious]

And then suddenly, Jerry hit the thing straight on.

HP: 13/60
Damage: 14  

[Baneful]

Rep was about to yell some sort of victorious expletive at the dragon. Along with get it up ye or something along those insulting lines.

He never got the chance.

It was around that happy moment that insanityMei decided to star in a sequel to her previous smackdown on the red haired hunter. He made a surprised sound before keeling over and hitting the dirt heavily. His last thoughts before he blacked out were something along the lines of "Not ******** vanished before he even hit the ground.

HP 0 (-2)

 

[Toshihiko Two]

There was a very final blast of green light.

He couldn't tell if they'd killed it or....or what, fog was still ******** everywhere, and before he could so much as think, he felt the familiar burn of claws and being sprawled onto his stomach.

"It's that b***h again," Harrison snarled, looking around for an Egyptian guy like Rep had described earlier. He himself, every movement punctuated by a wrench of pain, and pushed him back to his feet, trying to see where Rep- Tracey was gone.

"....Rep?" he asked, a little hoarse.

HP: 30  

[Bilious]

Jerry gave a guttural scream as he fired, but the fog was reforming... by the time he noted Rep falling, it was too late, his last shot going wild, but thankfully nicked the fresh apparition.

HP: 13/60
Damage: 3
Charge: 3/3  

[Toshihiko Two]

There weren't a lot of options.

Jerry fired off a round, and it was the same problem all over again, none of them were in top condition and the ******** were so fast- he aimed a desperate swipe at dollface, and backed off, motioning with a hand.

"Here, come over here, come and get it you dumb pigtailed highschool b***h..."

HP: 30
Damage: 3  

[Bilious]

"GET DOWN!" Jerry roared, his vision swimming as he wobbled on his feet, grit his teeth, and concentrated on his trembling aim. Roar was ready to burst with Fear, he just had to urge it in the right direction...

The weapon erupted, green light and sound blasting towards the ghostly doll with a resonating howl that sent the hunter staggering backward.

HP: 13
Damage: 16
Charge: -/3, 0/3, 0/3  

[Toshihiko Two]

Harrison stepped aside as the fog cracked with energy, and a deafening roar cleared a bulletpath through the fog.

He sank his swords into the aftermath.

HP: 30
Damage: 9
Charge: 3/3  

[Toshihiko Two]

B0nez glowed, ripe with energy, as the fog clotted and then dispersed. There was, for a moment, a clear knot in the muggy air.

Harrison walked through it, careful. Listening to the fog.

He stretched out to touch Jerry's shoulder with the edge of B0nez's blade as he passed, and the charge emptied into him with an electric crackle. It hurt, but the hurt was vaguely satisfying, and after Jerry's shield felt the boost.

Harrison checked Rep over, touches light. He compulsively checked the surrounding fog, and overall gave the impression of a deer trying to get a drink.

"Rep," he tried again, quiet, and Tracey was gone but he wasn't a tablet, and nothing looked...bent the wrong way or anything obvious. After looking him over, he took one last glance around them, then sheathed B0nez's main blade and hefted Rep to his shoulders. His abs burned with the pressure, he could feel the fresh cuts protesting- but blood and sweat were nothing new.

He kept his grip on the shorter blade.

"We're heading back to camp," he told Jerry. He could just make out the glowing pinpoints of the tent. "Don't dawdle."

HP: 30
Using: The Chill
Heal: (Jerry) 15

(Exit!)  

[Bilious]

Jerry flinched, nearly misfiring as the blade touched his arm and the surprising shock that ensued, but as the tingle reached his toes he exhaled sharply, repositioning Roar before limping his way after. His shoulder was feeling better.... he had never received a healing Fear attack until then. That must have been what happened.

So Harrison did care about him to some degree. He could have used it on himself, or Rep- but Rep needed more than a tingle.

He scrambled after, careful to keep his eye through Roar's cross-hairs. "I'll... I'll keep us covered." He managed.

There would be time for thank you's later, when they weren't scraping friends off of the tarmac.

HP: 28/60

[EXIT]  

[poke mattix]

'home...'

Was all she uttered as the fog dissipated

(ded)