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Lan didn't play well with others.


(Vamps didnt roll right dice either A+)

Mir paid attention to the horsemen of Death, holding a crystal in her hand that she harvested from those giving them out. Her eyes alighted upon the newcomer – listening seemingly indifferently to his words – but she was very much so paying attention.

Their setting changed – one that Mir didn’t care to be acquainted with. Following the horsemen leader in their walk, she looked around for people’s reactions. Was it another of Medea’s dream state or trances? But it felt oddly real, initiated by the death horsemen. A transportation ability then? When they arrived, many in shock, face to face with the hunters, she turned her head to look over at the Ancient. “What are you playing at?” She murmured, her red eyes gleaming in anger. Although he provided her with the opportunity to avenge her clan through the harvesting of fear, she didn’t like being manipulated.

Still, there wasn’t much of a choice~ “Very well, I shall play along for now. At least you’ve provided me with something enjoyable.”

Summoning her weapons, she let the heavy weight of the chains slip through her hands, relishing it's feel. Those chains intercepted an attack behind her left shoulder, catching a familiarly shaped scythe.. Mir's eyes flickering in recognition. It wasn't possible.. It was a coincidence, wasn't it? But another blade circled around from the other side. Mir jumped up, dodging it only narrowly -- her eyes scanning the field for its perpetrator. She was met with a startling sight "..!" Her mirrored reflection in the yellow and white hunter's coat, her and her opponent's weapons perfectly matched. That expression on her face, a smirk, was one that appeared on Mir's faces many times over. "Let's have fun~"

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They manage to wound you, but you narrowly evade. Their is something about their triumphant expression that unnerves you.

Mmur's attention darted from Saiyuri back to Death as the he spoke once again, introducing a Halloween citizen then standing back to let this Noxious one give them a one sentence lecture on his adorable little relationship with FEAR. Why would the Ancient defer to one such as this Trick-or-Treater on these matters? They had been gathering for longer than this child had been in existence. What did he know of human harvesting? The soldier stood, his features slowly shifting from curiosity to irritation, then flicking much more quickly to shock as the camp dissolved around them. They were in hunter territory. He could smell it.

As he followed the herd, Mmur remained bent in a suspicious hunch, waiting for... yes, there they were. He lashed out at the nearest human without a second thought, opening up a long cut on a dark forearm. He had registered the lesson they were supposed to be learning today, but he could not help the vicious rage that rose in him when they were near. How was he to moderate the desire to tear the faces off of the ones who had destroyed everything he had ever known?

The hunter he had struck hissed in pain, lowering a very familiar whip and peering up through his hair, eyes narrowed. Blue eyes. They didn't shine like his own, but Mmur knew their shape.

The human looked confused, his weapon disappearing abruptly. He now wore what could only be described as a tiara, its blue stone winking at the center of his forehead.

FEAR points: 1

A growl broke their silence, a human sound, rolling through the huntress' throat as she reset her bolt, going to attempt a quick attack, which made Lifen double-back a little, taking a couple sure steps, shifting to her left, before feeling the cutting wind from the bolt again, mis-matched eyes widenening as it whistled next to her face, making her spook just a little.

"Luck seems to be on your side." Rang over their small battle ground. Taunting? Lifen wasn't entirely sure - if this woman was her mirror image, she had the cool calculated words that the woman prided on. Giving an indignant snort, she allowed an arrow fly, uncertain if she would answer the woman entirely, watching it sing and cut the flesh of the woman's aim arm, a grim frown on her face. The mirror image of her wincing and grimmacing at the ache that formed over the cut, going to place her hand over the wound to stop the slow bleed.

"It appears that only one of us owns that fate." She finally stated after a moment, holding her bow in battle position in case the woman would retaliate again.

"That smarted, I will give you that." The huntress finally stated after a few moments standstill, giving the Horsewoman an angry look. "I am not here to see my demise, I hope you understand." She said spitefully, which made the woman start a little, giving her a look over.

3

A shot of pain suddenly, and looking at her own arm, she caught the red stain starting to spread from under her sleeve, a wince showing on her face. When did the woman have time to reload? It was a stunned reaction that made the huntress grin triumphantly, before they were back to their standstill, Lifen's eyes squinting a little at the woman in her administrations.

"Do not think this is a game, I will not go easily." Rang out from the Huntress, her head head high, eyes staring down at the horsewoman as she wrapped a small bandage made of the fabric that had been ripped. "I could say the same, but to rid the world of you would be. . . harsh." She replied, giving her a look over.

It was safe to say this Lifen had become a little skeptical, and very careful of all her steps now, and this was just another one of those games that she would not go in shooting . . .

3

"Oh, why is that?" She suddenly heard, as the woman looked up to her, bolt gun steadied in front of her, as if it was all she knew. Taking the initiative, Lifen went to score a wound off the woman's trigger hand, frowning sharply at her. Stubborn woman, she thought internally, keeping her bow held high, watching her mirror as she hissed lightly, trying to stop the wound from seering, eyes flicking up to the horsewoman and down at her hand.

"Partially because I know what it is like to watch someone lose their future." She started, turning away, giving the woman an open shot, her defenses dropped, but when nothing came she turned back. "Also because we have been told not to kill you." She finished, shrugging.

4.

After a moment though, all her attempts to stir up this doppelganger showed little effect, and the huntress found herself becoming very frustrated with this woman - and her attempts to look like the better person, another small growl rolling through her throat as she worked on setting a bolt up to shoot the woman again.

"All you think is your honour, and what others tell you, don't you. Can not even think for yourself." She taunted the Horsewoman, allowing the bolt to fly, watching as it knicked the woman's throat, not enough to mortally wound, but it would leave a smart mark for a while, giving a triumphant look, expecting the woman to turn her colours and come after her.

She was ready for whatever would come to her, she thought.

(still 4.)

At first, being sent to the Hunter island seemed pretty normal. However, Tseng paused as he saw a very familiar person coming up to face him. So familiar, that he realized he was pretty much fighting a hunter version of himself. It was... odd. He tilted his head, then quickly puffed up.

"YOU WILL FALL!!" he shouted before preparing an arrow, "DOPPLEGANGER DESTROYER!"

Oddly enough, the hunter had called out the very same attack as he did. The main difference was that Tseng's attack had hit where the hunter's did not.

Fear: 1