All That's Left [Kari, Nat, Satra]

[Nathalia]

Satra, just so you know, the ability he used on her will cause her to claw either through the wire to get at her arm, or if the wire won't let her, will cause hefty damage to her hand as it fights the wire for her arm. And guys?
Oh my god he's so angry! D8< <3

When another Heart ability hit him, he let out an eerie, high-pitched howl of frustration and pain as the fire slowly drizzled to a halt and a new agony began digging into his left eye.
Giving the eye up for lost, he was brought to stinging attention as the damn Coyote's wire ripped under his arm and tore the head from his grasp.

The prior howl was nothing to the agonized scream that tore its way roughly from the damaged throat.
"Whore! You filthy, whore! Wasn't it enough to steal him from me!?" He shrieked; blood flecking down his jaws from the taut, burned flesh pulling with the screams. He sent another spell toward the wire as it snapped toward him, not fast enough to stop it from whipping against his already injured leg and then closing around it, but certainly enough to repel it sharply a second later.

Too late to stop the bone from cracking, however. With a small gasp, he dropped to all fours and drooled blood, before standing as best he could on his remaining leg, using his tail for balance.

He heard her speak, yes. But what she had to say didn't matter and any further replies would have caused him more agony than his throat could stand right now. He hunched his neck and sent a spell off at random; secretly hoping it would hit the Coyote bitch.

Lurching to move forward he found himself very suddenly weighed down and hampered by the stupid Human weapon and...bindings?
Hell was this?
The weapon now turned Human girl stupidly charged him bodily and crashed into him, sending him toppling backward with her clinging on.
Enough! He slammed his arms forward, letting out a small squeal as the bindings pulled at his injured leg, sinking both sets of claws into as much of the girl he could reach. Aiming for her face and chest, he then ripped upward and away as hard as he could, curling the fingers inward to take as much of her away as he could while casting another spell to reduce these idiots to their Animal forms.

Taking advantage of the confusion, and the three legs the spell gave him, he heaved himself upright and flung himself at the Coyote, aiming to hit her bodily and begin biting anywhere he could reach, his huge jaws snapping quickly, causing more blood to flow from the burn-dried lips and cheeks.

Bitch! He would kill her, he would kill her!!! He flailed his thick, long tail as best he could, screaming in the pain this motion caused him to discourage attacks to his back, and allow him to better roll with the chains against return bites.





Used on Spekki
Amazing Ability: Once a week, he is able to cause magical weaponry (Boost: summoned weapons included) to experience a strong electric shock, and then slowly melt into a thick puddle of hot oil for a full minute. During this time, they are in a state of high anxiety, not knowing if they will ever be normal again or if this is their own end. they are consumed with the strong feeling of dread that it might be... The shock causes the caster to lose one of their water based Spade turns (he now has two left).

Random spell, hit Xiven
Amazing Ability: This ability will automatically seek out the highest ranked opponent in a battle. If there are two of the highest rank present, it will focus on the one nearest to the caster. Once the highest ranked individual is found, the spell will hit them in the chest as hard as is possible (often feeling like a punch), and then proceed to drain them of their 2-Jack ranked abilities. The caster of this spell may then use them as he wishes instead, unless they have already been used that day.
He's using her pain ability back on her.

Amazing Ability: (Affects up to four combatants, not counting magical weapons or Aces), This spell can be used once a week and will cause all it touches to be forced into their Animal form for a full minute. However, this will cause the caster to be forced into their own as well for the first ten seconds.
As Pale can’t take his...he’ll be wracked with incredible pain as his body tries to do it anyway, his legs and arms suffering the most damage as they try to switch to quadruped placement on a Human body.

Satra, The chains hampered him and his left eye was useless, his aim can be assumed to be a bit off, but I rolled an 18, so there's no way he missed entirely. Up to you though. <3

[Satra]

[I've put Heilyn at a disadvantage as well as despite all the adrenaline and puking, she's still drunk... but, I shit you not, I just rolled a natural 20. Twice. Once for her dodge of his attack and for her counter attack. D8 Though I did roll a 5 for her reaction time for letting go of her Weapon.... and a 1 for her landing. XD ]


"Funny," she snapped, eyes wide, "I had the impression one had to actually have something to be able to have it stolen." The sarcasm of the statement was lost in her maniacal expression. Spekkio had let go of Varestes and began attempting to stop the damage being done to her arm by her left hand. She gently got in the way of the hand and moved with it, pushing it out of the way. It very soon became apparent to the Weapon the her hand, under the spell, seemed desperate to cause damage to her arm. Her intervention was only causing damage to her master's dominant hand. She dropped Bernard's head and stopped trying to block Heilyn's arm. She would best protect her by not being preoccupied.

Then a strong electric shock shot straight through her, causing her to fall limply onto the ground and melt. Heilyn wasn't quite paying attention to anything except her opponent and didn't notice something was wrong with her until she was burned by the sudden heat by her melting. She let the Weapon fall, the puddle spurring on her already abundant rage.

Then she found herself on all fours in her Animal form, still awkwardly trying to claw at her own arm. When Varestes lunged, she had only her back legs to launch herself straight upwards and came right back down on top of him. She'd never used her strength ability on a bite before. The position she was in when she came back down only allowed her to bite his right arm, her back legs came down on his shoulders. When she felt her teeth sink in, she wrenched his arm away from his socket as hard as she could.

However, most of this happened in midair as they fell. She didn't quite remember that there was a ground to fall on to. They came crashing to the ground and Heilyn let go of Varestes' arm as she yelped sharply in pain. She'd fallen at a strange angle on her head and neck and she collapsed, dazed. Her neck was throbbing and her bearings were thrown off.

Meanwhile, Spekkio lay in a puddle of despair on the floor. Heilyn... NO! Please, no... This can't be the end.... Heilyn needs me... She needs me to hold her mind together... Pale... Oh, for the love of all things holy... I haven't said good bye...

Moderate Ability 6:
This SD is now granted a rather prolific jumping ability. Unhindered by weight other than her own, she can leap heights of 10 feet vertically and 20 feet horizontally from a stand still (naturally, the length of the jump is increased if a running start is involved, but not the height).
This ability is rather taxing if used continuously for a span of 30 minutes, if she does it more than five times in one day, her legs will cease functioning for a full twenty four hours following the last jump. From only being able to use her back legs and being in her Animal form and given the two 20s I rolled, I'm going to say that these affected this ability and only got her a few feet off the ground, barely clearing Varestes' head

and that's 3 for the strength ability

[Kari Muffin]

Things were getting worse by the second. It was hard to do anything in the mix of wire, flailing and shrieking. She was at an upright position now, preparing to step in when she saw an opening.

Before she had a chance to even step forward she was suddenly hit in the chest. She stumbled backwards from the impact, tears coming to her eyes as she slipped to the floor, her weapon clattering when it hit the ground. It was as if someone had punched her square in the sternum.

Then she felt something alarming as if she'd been injected by something. Her eyes widened in shock as she suddenly felt her teeth being removed one by one. A yelp escaped her as she clasped her hands around her mouth. This was her spell! Why was her own spell being used against her!

Through teary eyes she watched the fight continue as she struggled to focus. Shit she had to do something. Moving to stand while clasping at her mouth--damn this stupid ability--the woman suddenly found herself in her animal form.

What the hell?

Her fur stood on end as she gained her bearings, watching in horror as the strange man and Heilyn hit the ground. Heilyn had done a fantastic job of tearing up that arm of his. Well then, she would use the other one to her advantage then.

And of course she didn't have her pain ability and couldn't think straight to come up with any other spell. Great.

Amazing Ability: Once a month, she is now able to cause an opponents' arm to move under her own will. It will do everything she says, short of killing its owner, for a full ten minutes. The victim will be unable to stop their arm with their own mind, though breaking it will stop it from being able to move. Doing this causes no mental strain for Xiven and she barely has to concentrate after she's given it an order, though for each new order she gives the limb, she must stop moving.

She's ordering his "good" arm to claw at his face.

[carcinoGeneticist]

Things were very quickly spiraling out of control, and Apocalypse knew in an instant that he wasn't going to be able to live with himself if he didn't try to step in, to interfere in some way.

It was happening too fast.

In one instant, he saw the Wire begin to fizzle and then melt, oozing into a puddle on the floor. Something in his mind seized at the image, his heart seeming to catch in his throat. "SPEKKIO!" He screamed, moving forward and back into the fray without fully realizing what he was doing, charging at the bizarrely built biped. He saw the man draw his hand back, saw him bring it down on Rhiannon. Blood, screaming. First Spekkio, and now -- Rhi. Oh, Suits, he had to stop this, he couldn't let something happen to Xiven or to Heilyn -- He heard another cry of pain, this one coming from Xiven.

His mind spun.

He didn't have a chance to reach the man before something terrible started to happen to him, however. He was forced to the ground as his legs attempted to twist into a configuration they'd never been intended to assume.

No. He couldn't...

Apocalypse twisted, driving his own too-sharp teeth into his own leg, tearing as best he could and screaming at the pain that filled his body. It was worth it. It would protect Rhiannon. "Rhiannon! KILL HIM!" He screamed, the only words he could get out, trying to figure out a way to get his limbs to move. Fuck - what the hell was happening to them? He had just enough though to fire off another spell at their target, hoping it would give his weapon the chance she needed to do some damage.

All he could do was pray Heilyn didn't get in her way.

Before Apocalypse had activated the ability, Rhiannon had felt herself fading. His claws had driven themselves into her skin, drawing flesh away from her torso, scraping through her face. She knew she'd vanish soon, but she had to hold out. The pain of it was incredible, almost too much for her to handle. Until, of course, the ability took hold of her.

Then, all she cared about, all that mattered - Blood. She would kill. She screamed and threw herself at the now-animal formed man, clinging on tight and aiming for one of his existing wounds, using her hands and teeth to rip.

((Rolled for Rhi's save - 15, so I'm assuming this means she wouldn't just be unsummoned automatically and Pale'd have a chance at this one. <3))



Moderate Ability
Once a week, he is now able to injure himself, not a previously given injury, and give his weapon a boost of strength. The injury to himself must be substantial, a small cut will do nothing, and call his weapon's full name. Once he has done this, her weapon will fall into a vaguely psychopathic trance for a full thirty seconds. She will be imbued with the desire for blood, tearing at the opponent without paying attention to her own injuries. Though if she is too badly injured, she will revert to his weapon form and unsummon automatically, otherwise she will not feel the injuries until the spell wears off.
There is a small detriment to this spell, however. When she goes this mad, she will try to focus on the opponent...but aside from her summoner, anyone is fair game, really. Children, friends, loved ones...had best not get too close.

Moderate Ability
Once a week, he is now capable of causing an opponent's body to go rigid. They will still be able to move their limbs and function, but their spine will straighten to its fullest extent. Unless the opponent is a Diamond, this will negate all ability to fly and give the opponent a mind-numbingly pleasurable sensation for a full five seconds. The spell itself lasts for thirty seconds. This spell can be broken by a Spade summoning its familiar, though they may not know to do it.

[Nathalia]

I love having dice, this is a blast. You guys are the best. Look at all this happy, fun-times blood! Kari, he rolled really poorly against you, a 9. <3 Xenon, not so bad, 18. Satra, 15, so I took it where my own failed rolling attempts around my apartment got me.
Everything's going wonderfully, don't be afraid to hold back, do what your characters would! No holding back!!!



Rage...

The words she had uttered were unforgivable and he would make them her last!

Rage...

Rage and a pure, blinding panic.
He felt the Coyote's teeth drive into his arm and rip, tearing skin back off the muscle and yanking it nearly out of its socket, as she plummeted from above and hit him like a stone; driving him into the floor and causing his ribs to hit first with a dull, meaty thud. It hurt to move it...tears streaming unbidden down his face as he writhed his long body and managed to sink his teeth into her flank and give a sudden twist of his neck.

Distraction! He needed a distraction!

He summoned his familiar, screaming to hurry its attentions and hoped it would pick an adequate target. The Tove appeared with a crack above its masters head. It lacked any flesh and its eyeless sockets seemed to bore forcefully into any area its head turned to.
The strangely built Tove wove awkwardly, but quickly through the air, aiming itself at the bloody Human barreling at its masters back.

Once it managed to get to her, it would sink its teeth into her left eye and attempt to drive itself into her skull, writhing its sharp body against her.

Varestes shrieked in anger, beyond words as his eye felt as though it had burst, letting colorful stars all across his vision as he tried to keep a hold on the Coyote woman, refusing to let go!
...And then two things happened at once.
His left arm slammed itself against the floor and then shot up toward his own face in a horrific pantomime of his own spell, and began tearing into it. His claws raked down his cheek and; even as he shook his head and tried to wrench his other arm over to help, still keeping his teeth in the Coyote, sank into his eye through the lid...
And tore it out.
Then sank back into his cheek, and tore it halfway down his face.
That was enough to make him scream in agony, finally letting go of the hated woman as he flailed, his tail jerking all over the place and then, just as suddenly, stopping.

All along the length of his spine, he went absurdly stiff, his limbs twitching in awkward spasms as he tried to control his own body, the only saving grace was that his long neck was pulled too far away from his hand for it to continue tearing at his face, so it settled in for his side instead.

Then the weapon hit him.

She slammed into his side with enough force to knock the air out of him, trying to sink her Human teeth and nails into his Coyote torn arm.
"No!! Stop, STOP!" He shrieked, his voice cracked and dry from the flames, blood spewing from his mouth as he activated another spell, desperately.

Then his back unfroze.

He rolled as best he could, trying to swing the chains up with his remaining arm and smashing the into the girl's head as many times as he could.
Screaming all the while.
One more spell.
If he was going to die here, where his love fell, he was going to make them pay hell before he left!






Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can call forth and dismiss a small familiar that is unique to the individual.
ID: ST000
Gender: N/A
Species: Slithey Tove
Notes: This incredibly odd Tove appears to be nothing but a skeleton! It's lightning quick reactions make it a rather valuable fighting companion, though it is unforgiving in any other circumstance and does not like being out in the open unless necessary. It's bones are as hard as stone and its teeth, ribs, spine, and claws are all rather sharp...it's favorite move is to wrap itself around an opponent and then rip away quickly, leaving them with a shredded stretch on their bodies.

For all, watch yourselves
Amazing Ability plus boost: Once a month, he is now able to summon two dark clouds of cold, unforgiving fear that can take corporeal form and stalk an area of 50 feet around him for a full minute. One will always slip into the bone mask he wears and use it as a face. These creatures are capable of hitting heavy blows and cannot be injured by anything but fire and summoned weapons, though bits of them can be hacked off and this will certainly slow them down a good deal. Fire will melt them, and summoned weapons will cause them to be torn apart far more easily than a normal Card who will feel as though they are trying to cut their way through extremely thick hide.
This spell works on all Cards ranked equal to or lesser than the summoner himself, anything higher will still have to fight them, but they will attempt to avoid Queens if they can unless their master appears in dire need, preferring to aim at others. They have no weapons, only thick, heavy body parts that, when they connect, cause waves of palpable fear to pour through their opponent for three seconds every strike.

For all
Small Ability: Once a day, he is capable of causing an opponent's body to shiver uncontrollably as though they were freezing. The spell will last up to a minute on any Card ranked King or lower, but only twenty seconds on Queens or Jokers. Many can still move while this is going on but not well. When coupled with his ground spell, they will have a hard time getting up at all.

[Satra]

Spekkio was in tears in the back of her mind. This really was it, wasn't it? Heilyn didn't know if desummoning her would cause damage to either of them. However, with the distraction of the fight, Heilyn's annoyance of the girl's fretting caused her to cast her paranoia to the wind and call her back into her mind.

All this left her distracted from the attack that was now very much of concern to Heilyn. She screamed as teeth sank into her flank and ripped, all concentration on the spell she would have held for too long dropping completely. She panicked. that was... a lot of blood. And it hurt. A lot. Even after her Ignore Pain ability activated.

She pushed away from him with her front paws, activating her heat ability to try to get him to react and put more space between them. That injury suddenly filled her with the realization that she couldn't run the risk of dying here and now. There were children. Crying children up that horrible flight of stairs that were waiting to be fed. To be cared for. More sobering than the adrenaline was this realization.

But retreat was not an option. This fight had already reached the point of no return. Not to mention the injury she'd just sustained was preventing her from going anywhere with any significant speed. She had to end this.

Her rejuvenated sense of revenge fueled by fear was put on hold as she realized she was surrounded by mist that took on a very specific form. She began shivering uncontrollably from both the spell and what she was seeing.

This SD can now cause small waves of heat to emanate directly from their hands. This heat is painful to the touch of others and lasts for a full ten minutes once activated. She can use it twice per week and it only tires her out a little to concentrate on its upkeep.
Boost: This SD can now throw the heat much like fire from a flamethrower. The full force of the heat extends out to 10 feet and takes a considerable amount of concentration to keep it going. This attack is visible as nothing more than ripples in the air until it actually hits the opponent. It can cause rather nasty burns in areas measuring about the size of a half-dollar.

Basic Magical Ability:
She can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to an hour.

Heilyn's Ring Spell: Once a day, if she feels fear, or extreme anger, or if she is facing an enemy, the ring she wears will now begin to emanate a startling amount of freezing mist. This mist will not affect the owner of the ring, nor her favorite child (direct relation only). A few seconds after pouring out of the ring, this mist will envelop Heilyn completely in the vague form of an 8 foot Bat. Two, glowing eyes stare malevolently over her head for the full two minutes it will exist.
This mist is capable of blocking any water based attack, any non magical weaponry, and any non-magically based physical attacks for its duration. This mist will also summon itself to protect her favorite child (only the one) if the child is within 50 feet of her at the time, splitting into two to protect both.
This ring will only ever work for either Heilyn or, shockingly, Apocolypse. No one else.[/quote]

[Kari Muffin]

Xiven watched everything unfold with a complete and utter horror. Suits. She still didn't know what was really going on beyond the fact that there was a King of Spades attacking Heilyn, Bernard was dead and Vaska was very much on the floor, and from the looks of it knocked out and bleeding.

And things just proceeded to get worse. At least her spell had worked and at least it had distracted him enough! Or so she thought briefly as everything seemed to be crashing down.

Heilyn! Rhi! Suits. This was... this was.... enough.

She screamed bloody murder, puffing up to her fullest extent. She darted forward activating the ability to increase speed. She needed to get closer so Heilyn wouldn't get hurt because of her. As she skidded to a halt she cast her spell to warp the ground in front of her and change it into a horrific image of the man. And then she remembered her other spell.

But then the shivering started then. She bit down on her own tongue in surprise. Shit, and what was happening with Heilyn?


Moderate Ability: Once a week, she is now able to move as though she weighed about 100 lbs less than she really does for a full thirty seconds. During this time, she is twice as quick on her feet. The only drawback is that if she is hit during this time, she takes the hit twice as hard.

Amazing Ability: Once a week, she is now capable of causing the ground in front of her to warp bizarrely into an exact image of the person fighting her. This image, made from whatever was surrounding them as floor/ground/or wall, will resemble the opposition in nightmare version, odd bits of the ground it is made from sticking out at odd angles, faces broken up oddly in line with broken tile or stone, and eyes empty and haunting. This copy of the opponent will then hurl itself mercilessly at them until it breaks, it normally takes about five or so body slams to do this. The creation will not do anything but slam its other self but its body is heavy and covered in usually painful sharp bits. The copy will be just as large as the other person actually is.

[carcinoGeneticist]

((Yay for dice. I rolled for Rhi - 8. Bye, Rhi. ..Then Pale promptly rolled a 20. So. Yeah. Reaction ok'd by the amazing Nathalia.))

It was plain to see that Rhiannon wasn't going to last. Apocalypse tried to pull himself onto his feet, the limbs still forcing themselves into unnatural configurations that kept him from moving the way he wanted to, and the damage he'd done to his own leg made it buckle. A hoarse shout of pain escaped him as he watched the Tove drive its way into Rhiannon's head.

He couldn't just sit back anymore and watch it. With a low growl of concentration he activated his ignore-pain ability and scrambled to his feet as best he could, able to focus his full attention on moving, rather than scrambling around and writhing in agony. He knew he'd pay for it later. All he could do was hope it wasn't too badly. He wasn't able to move very quickly, but with any luck, the rest of the fighting would be distraction enough and he'd manage to get a good hit in. Damn it all, he felt like a fucking hermit crab, creeping towards the bizarre hybrid. "Beckon,[/i]" he murmured under his breath with the faintest twitch of his fingers, feeling the magic take hold.

He had finally gotten close enough, every step a fight against his own body. When Varestes turned his full force on Rhiannon, slamming the chain against her face again and again, Apocalypse lunged.

There was a sharp crack as something in the weapon broke from the blows, and a split second later she simply vanished. It was all the time the pale man needed. His claws came down in an arc, aiming for the man's haunches. He felt them impact flesh, carving through skin first, then muscle, and there was a moment when he thought they'd catch - but no, the impact of the scythe into the man's leg before left it somewhat weakened, and his claws went through the bone as well, cleaving the leg off completely. Apocalypse then stumbled forward, the spell catching him hard, making him shake. Damn it all, he wasn't -

He dropped to his knees once again, eyes round with bloodlust, his lips drawing back from his teeth in a snarl. He watched in horror as the monstrosities appeared from nothingness and then turned their attention on him. After all, he was the only King in the battlefield. "Shit!"

Pain Resistance Boost
He is now able to ignore any and all pain (even potentially fatal) for up to a half hour. He will not only not be able to feel it, but function on as though it caused him no exertion. In other words, he'll fight like a berserker...though this could be used against him...as he might not realize how close to death he is until it's too late...

Claw ability
Once a week, he is capable of saying the word Beckon, and motioning as though he wants the other to come forward, even if the motion is slight.
When he does this, his hands begin to swell massively at the wrist until each finger is about two feet long and tipped with a foot long razor sharp talon. This makes his palm about as big as his torso and his forearms swell slightly to match. He is imbued with a strengthening spell for a full ten minutes for the first part of this spell. During those ten minutes, he will be able to lift his arms as he normally would as though the added weight weren't there. After the ten, however, the weight will take its full toll...an extra 20lbs per hand. During this time, the fingers and palms grow thicker, leathery skin that can only be cut by magical weapons, fire, and Spade generated water. Spade's magically summoned water will begin to melt the flesh from his bones (only the hands) without any cure.
The claws can only be broken by summoned weapons, though the fingers themselves can be cut off more easily. His hands can easily engulf another person's head, or half of their torso.
Unfortunately, this makes the appendages clumsy, wielding any weapon in this state, except for Rhi, is nigh on impossible for him.
The state of this spell lasts for a full 24 hours. After the first three, the weight from his hands must be rested on something or chilled or his wrists risk snapping.

[Nathalia]

The Coyote rolled away from him, leaving strips of flesh and fur in his mouth that further hampered his breathing.
Choking on blood, most of which was his own, he tried to roll violently to smash his chained arms down on the Human that was slowly crumpling under his blows.
He managed to slam them in a downward arc as he heaved his long body over with enough force to finally pull his nearly ruined arm from its socket...
When the girl vanished.
His fists slammed into the floor with a crunch that throbbed through his skull long after the sound itself had died, he could only move two fingers on his good arm, and the other was nearly too painful to even shift.

The blast of heat to the neck hit him at about the same time as a sharp, agonizing pain tore into, and then through his already injured leg.

The combination of both of these things happening at once made the world spin as the force from the claws sent him flopping gracelessly over in the other direction from the one he had just flipped to, skidding slightly in his own blood and feeling his chest clench as he tried not to heave. His bad arm snapped under his own weight as he slammed awkwardly into the marble once again, his long body writing as eerie, gurgling shrieks were tron from him without his knowledge.

The Tove, deprived of its Human prey and filled with rage by the screams of its summoner, flipped itself up into the air, and dove for the next closest being.
This being the black and purple Feline.
It made a beeline for her left front leg, beginning to rotate in the air as it went, hoping to either sever a tendon, or pierce the paw itself on impact.
Its sharp spines would sink in somewhere, though where would depend on how quick she was.

Varestes whipped his head back, long neck causing the mane, now sticky and soaked with blood and saliva, to flop messily over the ruined half of his face, causing a shuddering wave of fresh pain, as his eye searched out the Coyote and the freakish Human behind him.
The movement caused the new burn the Coyote-whore had gifted him with to split open and gush fresh blood down his side.
His remaining limbs moved frantically in jerky, pathetic attempts to regain an upright position at the look on the twisted face of the Human man.
His good hand struck something as he fumbled, and his neck pulled back to the fore to see what it was...

When the floor in front of him cracked and erupted into a writhing shape that was quickly taking the form of...

"Finistris!"
He croaked, shock obvious even through the pain as the ground before him warped itself into an eerily wrong version of his other half...sneering down at him.
How had he gotten here? And why!?
The man before him was a near exact copy of himself, except for the blue hair and odd clothing, he moved in a disjointed, clumsy fashion and his eyes...

Those eyes terrified him more than anything else he'd seen thus far.

Howling in terror and near vomiting with pain, the Hisstor tried to slide himself away from this horror when his hand hit the heavy object again.
He glanced down, and his eyes widened...
And the thing in guise of his other half fell upon him.

He felt ribs crack and he choked as the monster raised itself again and circled, chuckling in a voice it shouldn't be allowed to use.

This thing...these people, were going to take-!

His eyes snapped down again to the huddled lump before him.
His love's head, pressed against the body of a Bat child.

They would never have him.

Without even thinking further, his head snapped forward, great jaws opening wide and unhinging, before coming down around the child wrapped around his love's head.

Throat muscles screaming in pain as his esophagus bulged...he swallowed them both.

And the form of his other half crashed down on him again as the world crashed down around him.
The world was ending.
So he would be the one to end it.
He unleashed another spell at the black and purple Cat charging toward him.
And began to laugh.





The fear creatures will now center in on Pale, he can probably take them down with a few good swipes and cracks, but damn are they scaring him <3.

Aimed at the thing scaring him most, the Finistris-thing. You guys are so effing lucky that it scared him that badly <3
Amazing Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing an opponent's left hand to slowly begin splitting in half along the middle finger. The spell will take a full minute to complete and will continue as far as just before the elbow. The process feels just as bad as it looks, with the arm being torn in two by an invisible force, it can be halted if the caster is knocked unconscious or sufficiently distracted.

Aimed at Pale's right arm
Moderate Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing an opponent to loose all feeling in one limb of the caster's choosing. The limb will remain dead to them for a total of three hours. After that, it will slowly tingle it way back to life.

Oh god, I am so...so sorry... He chooses Xiven's tail.
Amazing Ability: Three times in his lifetime, he is able to choose an opponent and cause the flesh to melt from a chosen body part as long as it isn't the face or abdomen. This process is extremely painful and will cause Cards ranked King and under to pass out from the pain, Queens and Jokers will not be able to see completely straight, though they may be able to continue fighting, even through the agony. Unfortunately, using this spell causes the caster to lose feeling in their legs for a full half hour after casting...

[Satra]

No... for the love of the Hills, Suits, and everything Holy this wasn't happening. Why was he here?! HOW was he here? But there he was, the blue-haired man. And here she was, in an incredibly weakened state. She was losing blood from her clawed-up arm and her flank, her neck throbbed with pain, her body was shivering uncontrollably, and she was stuck in her Animal form. Spekkio was unable to concentrate, which would undoubtedly affect her dexterity. Her damned Tove was back in her room. Even if he was aware what was happening, would he even be able to leave the room? The doors and windows were closed.

Then into the bleeding mouth went her friend's head. She was so focus on the swirling blonde ponytail disappearing into his gaping jaws that she barely noticed her stepson disappearing the same way. No, dammit, NO! Her paw came up and touched the marking on her chest, summoning forth again her confused and terrified weapon. She meant to aim it just below the descending bulge to stop it, but too many things were working against her. The Wire still came in contact with his larynx, but it hit too high up the neck and too late: the bulge was nearly gone; and it hit much harder than Heilyn had intended.

[Hope that's good. :3]