[PRP 4v4] Collaring Dogs [FIN]

[iloveyouDIE]

"It's impolite to gang up on a lady!" Bix got fired up. Shun became his pincussion as his mediocre attacking seemed to amp up. The archer let loose with a quick fire of arrows, one after another, until Shun's back looked like a glowing red pin cushion.

HP: 50 / 50
Dmg: 12
Charge: 3/3
Target: Shun
Turn for Round: 2 / 2

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun gritted his teeth and grunted in pain as he took several more arrows to his backside. Staggering, he could hear some soft drops of what sounded like liquid falling to the floor. He was starting to bleed pretty badly here from all of these attacks. Steeling himself, he turned around, creating a number of shadow daggers before sending them out at the annoying archer.

After he let them sail at his target, his knee buckled a bit. The Reaper wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

HP: 7
Damage: 9
Target: Bix
Attack: 2/2

iLoveyouDie

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 42/50
Damage: lol nope
Target: Bix

iloveyouDIE

Mot couldn't help but notice the focus on Shun. The reaper tried to help by aiming a shot at the archer.  

[iloveyouDIE]

Bix ate the daggers as they buried into him and his FEAR shield kept him relatively safe. The albino was happy to draw the attention away from the others, a wry grin spreading over his face.

"Hey Mot.." He winked as the reaper's shot missed. "Did you make up with your ghoulie yet? Or are you doing that thing where you hang out and act like it's okay but its really not?" He pouted at him. Heckle and be an a**? Pretty much Bix's usual plan.

HP: 41 / 50
Dmg: --
Charge: 3/3
Target: --
Turn for Round: 2 / 2  

[Bittiface]

HP: 42/50

Mot shot Bix a heavy glare. Oh, so these guys favoured mind games over actual combat? Mot was not a fan of mind games.

"Bite your tongue, you wretched cur."  

[iloveyouDIE]

"Ooooh cur. And a wretched one... FANCY." The quick hunter darted over rubble, staying on the move to be a more difficult target. He lunged at Mot with a laugh, flicked the brim of his hat and leaping away.

"You don't talk like much of a cowboy. No wonder you broke up.. it's like false advertising!"

HP: 41 / 50
Dmg: --
Charge: 3/3
Target: --
Turn for Round: 2 / 2  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun could hear the taunting and stuff. Frowning, he gripped onto his daggers and shot a look at Mot.

"Focus, Mot. He's trying to piss you off," he murmured. At least that was what his guess was. An enraged opponent is more likely to make mistakes after all. He took a step or two back to try and give himself a moment to breathe.

HP: 7  

[Bittiface]

Well it's working, he thought to himself at Shun's warning.

Mot backed off, adjusting his hat again and aiming his gun level at Bix.  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Done with the Hunter with the hammer for the moment Mitsu turned her eyes on their next issue. Shun was still being assaulted by someone else and her eyes zeroed in on Bix who was currently harassing Mot. She wanted to have a go at him but feared leaving Shun on his own. He had taken quite a bit of damage and there was still Candace to worry about.

In an effort to block as he took a step back she circled around him, eyes wary for the next attack.

HP: 50/50
Defending: 3
Target: Shun  

[Lucyal]

Hel scowled as the hunters really started to wear down on Shun, and she was about to leap to his defense again, until Bix finally revealed himself more, and was mocking Mot.

The ghoul muttered something under her breath and her spear started to pulse with a purple aura. “Shut your Jack damn mouth you pale p***k!” She snarled, and pulled her arm back and up. She then tried to throw her spear at the albino…but it soared up and right into one of the ceiling beams.

…

Hel exploded into a series of foreign curses.

HP: 50/50
DMG: MISS
Target: Bix

iloveyoudie

 

[iloveyouDIE]

"I don't see you disagreeing with it." Bix laughed and sidestepped Hel's spear as it exploded into the rafters. He ducked away from the falling debris. "I must be right. Toothpick wanna be cowboy.. firey wanna be albino valkyrie... ITS JUST NOT DESTINY!" He crooned dramatically at them and continued to draw the enemy's attentions. He was happy letting them fling their attacks into his dust.

HP: 41 / 50
Dmg: --
Charge: 3/3
Target: --
Turn for Round: 2 / 2  

[Lucyal]

She was just furious upon furious now, and used the rain of debris to her advantage. Her spear disappeared from where it had embedded in the remnants of the beam above and it was back in her hands. The ghoul charged through the debris shower, her spear out and ready as she lanced Bix’s fear shield with it fiercely.

“Miss me?” She sneered. “How about I leave another lasting impression.”

HP: 50/50
DMG: 12
Target: Bix

iloveyouDIE

 

[Bilious]

Jerry groaned as he gathered himself up from the rubble from the ceiling. Chaos was erupting around them, his ears ringing. On his feet, get on his feet, Candace needed him...

HP: 50/60 (I think? Will doublecheck!)
Damage: Miss
Target:
Charge: -/3, ?/3
Attack 1/2  

[prolixity]

Jordan braced himself to shove back as Shun pushed him away; the attack was a jolt of pain, Hel's immediate flanking attack another, but he shook it off. A sound strategy. "Nicely done," he said, and shot them a sharp grin as he steadied himself and fell back into an attack stance.

Mitsu's teeth sank into his arm as he began his swing, yanking him back and off balance. Ferros's momentum pulled his arm around, and the wolf's teeth scraped bone with a grating sensation; Jordan gritted his teeth and growled a quiet curse. She'd screwed up his attack, and he was tempted to take it out on her; but though she might be a danger, she was also their prey, and Candace had claimed her. Shun was his target, and Jordan hadn't forgotten the reaper's last-minute rescue of the young horseman in the glyph room.

When Mitsu let go, Jordan didn't follow her, instead falling back a step and moving to one side, looking for another opening to attack.

HP: 33/50
Dmg: nope
Charge: 2/3

Inu-Mitsu

Lucyal

Blade Kuroda

 

[Bilious]

Gathering his senses, Jerry was glad he seemed to be forgotten just then. It gave him a few moments to gather his whits and his footing, his aim dodging from one attacker to another. Shun looked winded. If they could disable him, they'd have the numbers in their favor...

He waited, breathing in and breathing out, waiting for the twisting, fighting bodies to align in just the right way that he didn't hit Candace by mistake, and pulled the trigger.

HP: 50/60
Damage: 8
Target: Shun
Charge: -/3, 1/3
Attack 2/2