{ THE TREASURE ROOM } BATTLEGROUNDS CONCLUSION P 31

[Ravvlet]

JD suddenly found, as they emerged in the new area, that he had regained some height and...traded out some appendages. He pumped his fist in victory. The boobs were mercifully gone. Untangling himself from Savior, he stood, and, as a show of his own manly strength, picked up her now slightly slimmer frame.

By Jack, she was heavy.

And just like that, people were attacking. He crouched, using his torso to cover as much of his fellow student as possible. He wasn't sure where in HALLOWEEN they were but he felt a need to payback his strange acquaintance for looking after him.

Rown

HP: 30
Damage: N/A
Defending Savior!  

[prolixity]

When Siddie picked herself up, the first thing she noticed was that she felt like herself again, and she spent a few seconds just indulging in the sheer, blinding relief that that realization caused. The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't dressed in what she'd worn while she'd been a boil. Instead, she was in one of her more elaborate outfits, the ones that she'd carefully put away in her storage trunk.

The third thing she noticed was that she had absolutely no idea where she was. The scene was not familiar, but the fog gave her a horrid shudder, memories of the island older now but still far too fresh. "Sammy?" she called out, looking around for her ghoulfriend.

White-coated reapers - no, she realized. Hunters. She jumped to her feet, squeaking in horrified dismay. She had nothing to defend herself with - wait, why did her hands feel strange? When she held one hand up, she discovered that her fingers had elongated without her conscious command, becoming long, needle-sharp claws. Well. All right. That could be useful.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Syusaki

Rubbing his face as he had just gotten dirt all over it, Deryk glanced up to see Wilson offering to help him up. With his help, he pulled himself to his feet, then dusted the rest of himself off.

"Looks like we're on our own again. We supposed to hold them back or something?" he asked with a furrowed brow. He spotted Gale attacking, but so far none of the creatures were fighting. As far as he could tell at least. It was hard to say if they were really hostile, though. Regardless, he was definitely antsy.

It also sounded like a few of the others had been here before, but he really did not know the significance of the place.  

[Saliru]

Nuru seemed to calm down and catch his breath rather quickly at least. Mostly because Zar didn't add to the situation so much as letting the wind out of Nuru's sails completely.

Still... while he was down there he rolled over to take a nice deep inhale of the earthy scent of moist ground. After a shuddering breath he decided it was time to stand up again. Only now noticing what he assumed were a bunch of strange reapers.

"Oooh. Did t'scarelings grow up?" And proceeding to peer around in search of them expectantly. Particularly the scareling he had been so defensive of before. Yanno. When he was a she.

HP - 30/30
Appearance - Nuru is a boil again, dressed in just his tank top and trousers.
 

[Eight]

She heard her name called and she whirled around to find Jerry, her eyes widening the moment she laid eyes on him. His chin..his cheek! They were...flawless! She'd almost forgotten what he looked like without scarring! "Jerry!" She gasped, running straight to him and placing a hand on his now unscathed cheek. It was smooth! And...and he wasn't..! She stepped around him and put a hand against his back, pressing and rubbing enough to feel for any ridges from his scarring.

Nothing. "J..Jerry...oh my god." Candace threw her arms around him and squealed with joy. "Baby! You're okay! Your scars are gone! You're okay again you're--"

Something suddenly slammed against Candace and nearly sent her to the ground. She cursed under her breath and whirled around to see it was...a zombie chick. "Rude." She wasted no time summoning Atropos, not noticing just yet that even Atropos looked different from how she had developed over the past few months.

She kicked, Atropos' blade slicing across Sammy's thigh.

HP: 50/50
Damage done: 8 - half = 4!
Target: Sammy

Miliardo Kason

 

[MoonKitsune]

Calder really thought that after everything, he was going to be killed as a mare with piles of gold. That would be hard to explain to the kin back home, which meant it was even more a blessing that he didn't die (again, one of the many times he was cheating death once again).

Groaning before rolling over, Calder got up to see that he was not actually a HE again, with no jiggling chest or white hair. Huzzah! His hands rose up into the air before he looked up to see he was on the lawn of a building he never wanted to see again. "OH FOR JACK'S SAKE!" He cried, dropping his hands to just gesture them out at the building in a 'will you look at this' way for everyone else.

As he did, he noticed the lead of the Hunter group run into the woods. No. NO! This guy was the one who was making a mess of their school. HE was the one that also hurt Red. If they could get him, they could end this.

Looking about, Calder went over to where Barth was and helped him up. "Barth! I'm going to go after that Hunter. Stay with Christof and be safe. Okay? I don't want to loose you here again."  

[Trira]

When the floor gave out and everyone went plunging through into darkness, Moure was sure that this was one of the weirdest things that had ever happened to him.

As he sat up from the unfortunate fall, he felt an unfamilar weight on his shoulders. Opening his eyes, he looked around, suddenly taking in where they were. No. Nonono. They couldn't be back here. Moure frowned, eyebrows furrowing, and then felt his shoulder. He found the strap of his backpack there, the racer's jacket on. He hadn't worn this since...

No. They really were back here. He'd worn this on that fateful night when they'd gone to the Haunted House...

Then he spotted that Lead-Hunter again, the one who Moure had thrown things at before. Quickly, he charged off after him, only to get lost in the fog. Well, this was unproductive.

HP: 40/40  

[Blade Kuroda]

Backing away from the fog, Jericho looked around. There were still a lot of hunters around here. A conflict arose in his mind. A part of him wanted to try and eliminate them all, but the other was holding back because he felt like he wouldn't have done any good. Frantically, his eyes darted from one to the next, trying to decide his course of action.

And then finally, his mind settled on the fact that the threat needed to be eliminated. It wasn't safe to keep them around. Damn it was getting hard to think with all the soft noises everyone was saying. Snarling, he just turned towards the nearest human to lunge at them. A female with sharp blades on her feet. A hunter.

In his current frenzied state, he missed with his claws, but it didn't look like he was going to relent too soon.

My HP: 40
My Target: Candace
Damage Dealt: 0  

[prolixity]

... This place. Jordan was none too pleased to be here again; still, the fact that he was once again the right size and back in his own clothes, somehow, pretty much made up for it. It didn't even require thought to summon Ferros; the hammer's weight settled comfortably into his palm, and he sighed with relief.

That's better, Ferros said.

Understatement of the year. Jordan caught sight of Caelius vanishing into the fog - what the hell was their fearless leader doing now? ... There were freaks scattered around the area. Jordan took a cautious survey of the field, not yet attacking. His friends seemed to be all right again, thank God; and the creatures seemed every bit as disoriented and confused as the hunters.  

[Molten Tigrex]

(( [ HP: 26/30
Target: Gale
Damage: ??
Status: Attacking Gale I GUESS ))

kuromeez

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Rown

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[Miliardo Kason]

She didn't think of anything till her leg stumbled, something was cut, something was damaged. Stumbling side ways she turned in the dirt grunting. "The hell... you ******** hunters.... you ruined everything here..."

For Sammy little had changed back, black boots brand new crushed dirt and leaves beneath her as she turned to face Candace properly.

"You think you're better then us, you hide in shadows and ambush us, and now, now you have to face us in the open you ******** cowereds." She didn't hesitate, FEAR filled her body and she leaped forward twisting to bring her own black boot across Candace's side. She lacked a blade on the tip, but the force was sufficient enough to leave lovely bruises when they where done.

"JERICHO FOCUS." She hissed towards the rampaging dragon, "AVOID HER FEET THEIR BLADED WEAPONS!"

HP: 36/40
Damae: 6 / 2 = 3
Target: Candace

Eight

Blade Kudro

 

[kuropeco]

Sparrow, frustrated, went for the first hunter he saw.

Namely a pale haired young man with what appeared to be an enormous hammer in his hand.

"Hunterrrrrr," hissed Sparrow, and swung his scythe around. The force his attack, however, was somewhat stilted - the abnormal pressure made him feel as though he were moving through molasses, so only the tip of the black shadow scythe caught its target.

"Damnation - !"


[ HP: 40/40
Target: Jordan
Damage: 1
Status: Attacking! ]

Prolixity