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         Tasha, cringed his hound was pinned by the Harpy. Ryuhwan had taken as wing went through the ally hard, firing would be pointless. The Twins could not do much, the hounds pain was their pain and with both pinned in painful ways so were the Twins. The silver girl's gun came near Lyra in the dark corner. Lyra could end the whole fight with the gun.

She rolled for the gun, but when her hand was not the one for it. Lyra pushed off the wall with her feet rolling backwards next to Lucy. A groan sound came from her other side, it was Tasha. His gun was in his holster.

Ryuhawn pushed up in pain his hound up with him. "I find it odd that you are all using tranquilizer darts instead of bullets, because this means that someone wants you to bring us to them alive. And if they're willing to go to that trouble, I suspect that means they'd be extremely unhappy if you were to fail." Lucy spoke boldly, she was not that far off the mark.

"That is an explanation best saved until our fight is over. Lets just hope it is I who gives it." Lyra spoke, a weird shadow had caught her attention by the corner of her eye. Just need to wait- A screech broke through the air, it was either the Harpy screeching coarse words or the female hunter yelling in pain. At least there are a few hunters who does not enjoy pain.

"May I have that gun?" Lyra whispered to Lucy hoping Ryuhwan does not hear.

Ryuhwan was distracted to even hear Lyra he was focused on the reappearancing blob of a shadow. He sent his hound after who had the bond with this thing, while himself went after the shadow. He switched from darts to bullets in one swift movement, foolish but he hoped that bullets would work as he shot a hole after a hole into the beast. The hound had jumped on the boy knocking him over with his head hitting the ground nocking him out.

         The moment Talia's dart shot from the gun, she felt the familiar emptiness. She was out of darts. She quickly dropped down and reloaded the weapon. Her movement, though slight as it was, saved her from the projectile made from her own ammunition. The dart whizzed over her head and embedded itself into the large stone behemoth behind her. Talia doubted it broke the scales, but she didn't have time for dragon-wound-inspecting. She hardly had time to react to the attacks being flung at her.

By the time Talia had glanced back upwards, the sword-flailing-girl was upon her. Talia vaulted to the side again, avoiding whatever awkward attack that had been thrown at her. But, as she was moving, her hand caught on something. Something hard. Talia felt the gun being wrenched from her grip. The pain of something pulling her weapon away spasmed through her hand, forcing her to let go as her forward momentum carried her away.

Talia gritted her teeth. She'd gotten that gun on her birthday. Not from her mother of course, she'd bought it herself, but the loss still stung. Her weapon, her lifeline, skittered away from her to some unseen dark corner of the street. Whoever she was fighting was smart. She had used Talia's own instinctive movement against her, and it felt like a slap in the face. She couldn't stand being so open. She wasn't a book, she wasn't readable. Time to use your head, she told herself, Gotta out-think 'em.

Her eyes quickly scanned everything nearby, as she reached for a knife - that wasn't there. Her eyes widened. Another look at the battlefield confirmed her fears. The Twins were having just as much trouble as she was. Uniques or not, they were practically cornered; Lyra's dragons were causing trouble nearly everywhere, and worst of all, the Harpy had pinned down the Hellish-looking canines that the Twins had tried to summon. A gust of wind blew throughout the street as the Harpy beat it's wings furiously, rendering what little control the Twins summoned with their guns useless.

Talia looked down at the blade in her hand, and looked back the the Harpy. Then she made a decision she was afraid would seal her fate. She threw the dagger. It sailed through the air, whipping around like a cruel windmill of pain, until it came into contact with the feathery backside of the Harpy. The blade sunk in, eliciting a scream from the creature.

I lose my fun, you lose yours.

Talia moved. Seemingly fluid, she dodged the furious attacks of her assailant, as she hastily threw herself into the dark corner where her gun was. She landed, hard, cold, and full of adrenaline. She quickly rolled over, gun in hand pointed straight at her newest adversary.

Your move...

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Lucius found the alley he was looking for. Not hard, considering the copious amounts of roars, grunts, gunshots, and other assorted noises there was. The air was thick. Not with the usual smoke and smog of compressed homes, but with the smell of rage. It was a hellscape before his eyes; as swords and daggers clashed and as demons rose from the ground, only to be crushed by the hawk-like creature. It was like the gods of war and death were painting a mural, right in front of him.

A passing bullet pulled him from his thoughts. He smiled, and began his own little ritual from the shadows of the conflict.

On the battlefield, the shadows rippled and weaved once more. Darkness filled the air, and the void became whole. A scream of rage erupted from the black creature, newly formed again. The Tantabus was back. It set to work, the nearest creature to it being a previously trapped hellhound, teeth gnashing, eyes staring the darkness down with a look a cat gives a mouse. The inky void stared back, before rearing back a vicious claw, racking the creature into shreds. It howled, and perished, leaving behind a smoldering pile of embers.