(OOC: AAAAAH!!! I feel so stupid and slow... I'm sorry, Alex, that I have delayed you so long.....)

Hylonme was running towards the singing woman, when a sudden jerk on the branches she had been using as improvised clubs dragged them into her path, and then out of her hands, though Hylonme held on to them as hard as she could. Wet tree bark wasn't exactly the best gripping surface, however, and so the went flying away from her. Hylonme reared up in surprise, sending a shout of confusion into the air. Thus, the telekinetic LIGHTNING BOLT OF DOOM missed her leg, sailing harmlessly into a tree and causing woodchips to fly everywhere.

Hylonme zeroed in on the shooter of lightning, regretting she had used up all of her arrows in the initial attack. She was, however, not weaponless. Her entire body was a fine-tuned machine of the wild, and the fight or flight adrenaline was pumping, enhanced by both her equine nature and the pheremones that Syn was pumping out. She turned to her assailant, and charged, full out, running as fast as she could, weaving in and out of the throng of thrashing bodies, and leaping over obstacles. The pure beastial rage that can be seen only in herd animals defending their herd was welling in her heart, and spilling out as the fire in her eyes.

Reaching the man, Hylonme spun, halting her charge and putting her hind legs in line witht the man's oh-so-fragile chest. She kicked out transferring all of her forward momentum, strength, rage, and grief into one strong blow out against her foe.

(OOC: Honestly, I don't expect this blow to hit, so feel free to dodge or whatever.)

As Isabel managed to get to her feet unobstructed, she quickly turned back to face her opponent once more, a twistedly pleased smile gracing her features at the sight of the two needle-like bones stuck firmly into his skin right around his collar bone. Judging by the length of the spine that were still sticking from the skin, she guessed that they'd actually made contact with the bone, otherwise she didn't doubt they could have sunk in much farther. Compared to the bruises she was sure were already blooming across the skin of her knees and neck, his injures were worse. She was almost disappointed that she hadn't attempted dislodging a few more, but there was still time for that. With his restricting injures, he'd certainly be getting fatigued at a much faster rate than she would be. The blood loss would also more than likely tip the scales even more in her favor when it finally took its toll on the young man. She already had the upper hand in this fight and she knew it. She was also enjoying it. That knowledge, and the twisted enjoyment she was getting out of it helped to push the earlier unexplainable feeling of hesitation even further back in her mind, pushing it down far enough that it was just about nonexistent, leaving her to focus on other things and to all but forget about the curious emotion that she rarely ever felt.

Her smile only widened as the young man made another lunge at her, bringing her weapon up to deflect the swing aimed at her. Once again the force was impressive, and from the way the swing was aimed, she could make the assumption that he was trying to get rid of her most imposing mode of attack. She nearly stopped him from doing so, the base of her sword still firmly planted in the palm of her hand as it always was. However, what was the fun in that? It would at least be a little more interesting if the boy could get a couple more hits in. She doubted he'd be able to do much, but she didn't want to end this fight just yet. She was still having fun. And so, rather than attempting to force the swing away, she severed the sword at its base, allowing it to be sent where it would. Unfortunately, it backfired a bit more than she'd planned it to. Not having anticipated the first swing flowing into another, a successful blow to her skull was achieved. Her neck snapped back uncomfortably with the force of the blow, stars erupting in front of her vision for a brief moment as she went to step back and away from her opponent, the steps easily turning into stumbles. Pressing against the now tender area of injury with one hand, she dropped her head back to where it normally should rest, easily able to feel the slow ooze of blood bubbling up under her hand from where her skin had broken beneath the staff. She couldn't really judge how badly the wound was just by the amount of blood. Most people knew that head wounds bleed pretty freely, regardless of the size of the cut. "Nice swing, kid," she commented, quickly replacing her grin as she tried to keep her vision from dancing any more than it already had been. She wasn't ready to let the tide turn just yet. Quickly dropping her hand, she made her own dash at the blind mutant, the bloodied hand reaching to take hold of his staff while the other made a grab at the two spines sticking from his collar bone, planning to drag them downward where the skin was more tender before plunging them further into his body.

Streak was starting to have fun with this order member. He was winning this fight hands down and Streak still had plenty of energy left to fight with another person if someone on his side needed saving. The silver mans strikes were obviously having their affect on the cloaked man. Streak was able to get more and more strikes on the mans body.

The cloaked order member was finally able to get away from Streak. Unfortunately for Streak he wasn't expecting a kick his way and got hit with it. The kick landed on his body squarely and Streak stumbled backwards a step or two. He took a few deep breaths and closed in the space that he'd created with the kick. Was this guy getting brazened or did he just get a lucky shot on me? he thought, before deciding that it was just a lucky shot. Then the cloaked man started talking to him from underneath the light pole. That made it only a little harder for Streak to see him since he was mostly enveloped in darkness.

Soon the man started talking to Streak. "Why does everyone assume that I'm a kid?" He said pausing a little. "And you're talking like I couldn't kill you. I could have. I chose to avoid all your major arteries and organ because I know that killing you or any of your little Order idiots wont bring about any resolution. Killing isn't the only thing that makes us strong. I wont kill you because I'm already better than you." Streak said in retort to his comment. Streak then started to walk straight at the man. He wasn't afraid of a little darkness. there was still enough illumination from the other lights to let him see. "Run now or you wont be able to." Streak warned him, lengthening the blades of the knives in his hands and walking towards the cloaked man.

OOC: edited for Zephyr! Please no more attacks Raina/Naveeds way till we get a bit furthur guys

IC:

Raina was on the ground with Naveed trying her best to keep the two protected. His bleeding had stopped but his face was a mess. She felt an even more intense surge in the air and her eyes darted up to see Flloyd. He was watching Syn. Well, of course he was watching Syn! Syn was a lot like Flloyd... and Flloyd... even without Syn's powers he'd likely be drawn to her.

Raina closed her eyes and tried to focus on her fear. Syn was causing this. Flloyd wasn't helping. Concentrate, Concentrate, concentrate. A mantra to keep her sane. She focused on her breathing. In and out. In and out.

This was her birthday and people were bleeding. This wasn't supposed to happen. Calm. Calm. Calm down.

She still had her eyes closed. "Naveed, please take Flloyd and either get out of here or go back to the mansion. You're in no condition to fight." she knew he'd argue and she mentally prepared herself to ignore him. She had no idea that she'd just been encased in a dome that would block her sound from resonating- someone hadn't been too happy with her ice hand attacks. She could still hear Naveed just fine- but in the rush of the moment she didn't notice that her voice wasn't carrying outside of where the two sat in the least.

It was then that she heard a gurgling sharp sound and her eyes darted open. Luke. Luke had something sharp sticking out if his neck. Two something sharps sticking out of his neck. She stood up.

Everything was happening in slow motion for her now. Her twitching hands turned into fists at her sides. Her eyes completley went wide. They didn't just cloud over- it was like they dissapeared leaving a white void in their place. The air got colder. Much colder. She took a step toward Luke and his opponent though she was still a bit away from them. She opened her mouth and screamed the biggest profanity she'd ever screamed.

"Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttccccccccccccccccch!" this was Raina's birthday. That man was the man she was completley falling for, these were her injured friends, and that huge profanity she just screamed at the top of her lungs twisted into a billowing high pitched note of power.

Raina had a bit of a power growth before- back when Iris was infected with Haywire. Since then Raina had tried many times to tap into that energy only able to do it once at the camps and once at a bar. At the camps it was the immense stress. At the bar it was a light hearted creativity attempt at manipulating ice. Her power wasn't changing, but she was tapping into something now she rarely tapped into.

The ice shot from just in front of Raina's mouth like it had a life of it's own. It was like a massive tree springing to live horizontally in the air. The dome around Raina was designed to keep the sound from penetrating but when she stood up Raina was at it's very edge. The power unleashed from her was a greater power than that which could have been observed by anyone watching her previous attacks. It was inpredictable. As the ice hid a seemingly invisible wall in front of Raina she was barely aware from the overload to her senses as it pushed through whatever was blocking it. Though what was leaving Raina's mouth was a strong course power... whatever was filtering it made the ice considerable weaker.

Thankfully the ice had momentum. It was thick and solid and it slammed into the woman about to do God-knows- what to Luke. The ice twisted like a great beast in the air and Raina's note that started out as the word bitch and morphed into this sound remained completley unbroken as if she'd taken the biggest breath in the world.

The ice was like a giant worm now slamming into it's target. It rushed with fluid movement yet hard force around the woman. Raina's skin was turning blue and the ground beneath her was becoming completley frozen. Icicles started forming in her hair and on the tips of her eyelashes. This was the last of her power after everything she'd used it for today- when this gave out she'd likely pass out, but for now it was unbridled with rage.

She wanted the woman who hurt Luke to be crushed like an insect. Her mind was not her own and was filled with animalistic hate for Luke's attacker. The woman would surely be caught off guard by the surprise and force of this attack- and though it was a powerful shot Raina's ice was beginning to overtake her and she'd either freeze there in her own solid ice block with hypotherimia if she didn't snap out of it- or pass out. She didn't know that the more power she tried to focus on the ice the less was getting through the invisable barrier that was blocking her sound.

ooc: Lemme know if that works Zep!

OOC/ Not a problem. I will probably not be able to reply again until after New Year's.

Alex grinned as the two clubs flew out of the horse mutant's hands, and then quickly frowned as the bolt he had sent at her dug into a tree across the way. He swore as the horse-girl closed the distance between them quickly. He hadn't expected her to be able to move that fast.

She quickly ran right up to him, but instead of kicking out at him or crushing him with her hooves, she turned away, positioning her hind legs to kick him instead. Alex grinned. As the horse-lady picked up her hooves, Alex leaped back, hurling his psychic lightning at her hooves, intending to lift them up and tip the horse lady forward. Alex knew that horses had a hard time getting up if they had fallen over, and knew tipping over the horse-lady would buy him some time.

"Who are you, what is going on here, and why did you shoot me!? I just came to apply for courses." Maybe the horse-lady would respond. Alex had reacted instictively when he had pulled her away from that girl. As his shoulder twinged, he had to add that it had been some revenge for her shooting him.

"Ugh" groaned Naveed as Raina dabbed at his face. "Why would the hottest bad woman ever smack me so hard in the face? And don't tell me it's because she's bad" moaned Naveed.

Before he had a chance to say much Raina was closing her eyes and concentrating. He knew that Raina was easily suspectable to powers like Flloyds and he'd figured out himself (well, with some help from Tricity shouting it) that this Syn could do something similiar. With all the time he spent around Flloyd it didn't bother him as much. But man, his head hurt. He tried to not complain and just hold his sisters hand while she calmed down.

"Naveed, please take Flloyd and either get out of here or go back to the mansion. You're in no condition to fight."

He narrowed his eyes and stuck out his jaw. "What the HELL? I don't think so? You think I'm gonna let some hotass woman knock me down? Or let you go into this all on your own or-" she wasn't listening and he was cut off by her giant profanity.

He stared for a moment up at his sister. Did that really just come out of her mouth? He followed her gaze but couldn't figure out from his angle what was going on. "Raina?" he called a little nervously pulling himself to a sitting position and swearing as his nose started breathing again. "ahh... where's the shiny guy can't he make me a shiny band aid or something?"

but the time for jokes was gone. Something different was happening. The level of fear was so elevated and Raina was launching a full on attack. "Raina you need to stop! Your hands were more than you've done in a while! and if you get wet you know what'll happen!" she wasn't listening so he stood up next to her despite the pain. More swearing. "Raina would you listen to me? that noise is damn-well deafening!"

He puts his hands on her shoulders but was instantly shot back by the pain of frost bite he instantly felt. he looked down at his knewely darkened fingers after falling back on his butt. "What the fu-?"

This wasn't good. His hand and face were a mess, and his sister was set to death freeze mode.

-"Why does everyone assume that I'm a kid?"

Maybe, it is because you can't even grow a full beard yet...or graduated from high school. Shade thought to himself when the silver mutant paused. A smirk crossing his face at his own joke.

-"And you're talking like I couldn't kill you. I could have. I chose to avoid all your major arteries and organ because I know that killing you or any of your little Order idiots wont bring about any resolution. Killing isn't the only thing that makes us strong. I wont kill you because I'm already better than you."

"Hahahahaha, I never said you couldn't kill. I said you didn't try. Hell, I don't even think you have the balls to kill a person, let alone try to kill me. Have you even seen a dead person, kid? Have you ever watched the life drain from a person's eyes as they drown in their own pool of blood? You know, why you have to kill the humans? Because until you kill somebody, they never stop trying to kill you." Shade turned his back to the silver man as the metallic mutant began to walk towards him.

-"Run now or you wont be able to."

"I'll make sure next time you don't have your friends as back-up." With that, Shade threw his dagger straight up into the light, shattering it to pieces. The fragments of glass never touched Shade's cloak as he vanished into the darkness.

Hylonme was surprised when her hooves met only air, instead of the bone-crushing squelch of human flesh. That in and of itself compramised her balance, and the telekinetic shove knocked her legs out from under her, sending her toppling to the ground. Now a horse isn't likely to be injured if it just falls over, but there was the torso of a human atop this horse, and as it hit the ground Hylonme heard a sharp crack, followed by a moment of sickening pain. The wave of pain passed, and Hylonme gently prodded the throbbing area of her chest, to be rewarded with another teeth-gritting stab of pain. Probably broke a rib or two. she thought.

"Who are you, what is going on here, and why did you shoot me!? I just came to apply for courses."

Hylonme was about to respond, when a glimmer of light reflecting off of the surface of an obsidian arrowhead caught her eye. One of her arrows was less than a foot from her head, and as she struggled to get up she used the movement to disguise her grabbing it and storing it in her quiver. The man had backed away, and now there was probably about fifteen feet in between them. Finally making it to her feet, Hylonme replied, her voice cracking occasionally as a pang went through her injured chest.

"You! You and your... friends over there invaded my home, and k-..." Hylonme had to pause as a pang went through her chest again, though this one was not caused by any physical injury. She was whispering now, quiet enough that the man could probably just barely hear her. "You killed Lisa." She hung her head for a second, then rubbed her lower back, at the part where her torso joined with the horse part of her. Quick as a flash, she reached up with one hand, drew her bow, and fitted the arrow she had picked up to the notch, sighted a little to the left of the center of the man's chest, and fired.

"Hahahahaha, I never said you couldn't kill. I said you didn't try. Hell, I don't even think you have the balls to kill a person, let alone try to kill me. Have you even seen a dead person, kid? Have you ever watched the life drain from a person's eyes as they drown in their own pool of blood? You know, why you have to kill the humans? Because until you kill somebody, they never stop trying to kill you."

"I have seen people die. I've killed many people and I don't like it that's why I'm not going to kill you." Streak said. He wasn't sure how much the cloaked man heard or even paid attention to because he threw a dark knife and shattered the light. Streak continued to walk towards the man as the light shards fell down. the shards hit him but he didn't care. He wanted to stop this coward from running away...Again. The cloaked mans comments weren't the least bit intimidating. If tonight was any indication of how he fought then Streak would have nothing to worry about.

Streak looked around when he discovered the cloaked man had disappeared again. "COME BACK HERE COWARD!" Streak yelled into the darkness. The silver man looked around when he heard Raina yell a profanity that he didn't normally hear her say. He saw Luke was injured and he needed Streak's help. Silver Streak ran to Raina's and Luke's aid, combining the knives and forming a sword with them. He was starting to get tired from the fighting; however, there was more that needed to be done. The giant ice that was heading towards the order member was a sight to see. He'd never seen Raina do something like that but he was very impressed by it. Streak stopped running for a second to see what it was that she was going to do to Luke's attacker.

(OOC: I didn't post a reaction to Raina's attack since I didn't know whether Issie would get hit or not. That'll go into my next post.)

IC:
What in the world had bone girl had for breakfast?! No normal girl could take a hit to to thead like that and keep on coming! "She's a mutant... normal doesn't apply to her." Luke thought as weariness began to try to push its way into his mind. The fight was what had tired him but the continual blood loss was doing more than he had originally thought it would. He knew that the side of his shirt and probably down onto his pants had to be stained crimson though of course there was no way for him to see for sure.

As the girl charged, hand reaching out for his staff Luke did the only thing that came to his mind... he went with it. Placing the point of the staff in front of the girl's stomach he waited for her to grab hold and then went backwards, flowing with the force of her own move to land with a slight thud against the packed earth.

Pushing the staff tightly against the ground Luke hoped against hope that he would be successful at catapaulting the woman over top of him but somehow he doubted it... this just wasn't turning into his day.

The shadows of the driveway became deeper as lights around the perimeter began to shatter among the varied sounds of battle and chaos. It afforded Seizure with more time to himself. He knew that this time would come. It rang through his bones, through every living fiber of his being. It was a moment in time that had to be accessed. He didn't think of his belongings. They were thrift shop goods and could be replaced easily. He didn't think about the friendships forged, alliances wrought. This house of cards was so fragile. It was a mark. It was no wonder that it was constantly being rebuilt.

Seizure sidled up to the wall, once the scuffle began with the actual doors, choosing to remain hidden in the shadows. Though so much was going on all around him, his mind was serene and peaceful. He was living in the ultimate moment, the dream of all Taoists. To exist in all parts of oneself, breathing in harmony with the world around him. It was no mere coincidence that violence and struggle brought about such serenity and calm. All forces of the universe move only when agitated, when forced to move once a conscious will makes a decision. Only then, in this moment, could the ripples of the actions achieve maximum effect. To a warrior of the spirit, only the precise movement made in its perfect time could truly be the right action.

He found himself looking at the section of wall that he and Maya had repaired when he had first arrived. He would miss her, but he felt no remorse nor lack of compunction in his will over her. He listened inside of himself for the echo of that. So strange, the thought. Yet, so palpable and real in its existence. Of course, in his mind, where he lived and what he believed may not be so incongruous to her. Time would tell. It certainly always had in his case.

One way or the other, he would have to make a move. What to do? Where to begin? Seizure moved some trash cans next to the wall and stood on them, lifting himself up to the edge of the wall. The carnage before him was at once appalling and pleasing. More than doors were being fought for on this bloody battlefield. The rage and anger in the eyes of the combatants displayed the inner hatred they felt for one another. It was a bizarre and slightly unsettling sight for Seizure. Why are they fighting amongst each other? We should be working together, as our genetic predisposition demands.

As romantic as it sounded to him, it was bullshit. The idea of superiority rarely shines down on a large mass of people. Even among a genetically superior race, there were still those who felt as if they were less or more than the others. Survival of the fittest. Garrett's survival demanded that he stay where he was. He sat and crossed his legs on the wall. Various emotions buffeted him, but terror and fear were already present. The feeling was overwhelming. He had no gift of foresight, but even a layman could see that this course of action was simply wrong. There would be a better way than this.

The events unfolding before Nika's eyes were chaotic to say the least. Her friends were doing their best to fight off the attacking Order members. Both sides were exchanging blows either physically or with their abilities. Nika was feeling mixed emotions. Part of her wanted to jump into the fight and tear something apart. Another part of her held her in place as she kept watch from her unnoticed position.

Then a new feeling came over her like a blanket. It was fear. Why was she feeling like this? She wasn't face to face with an opponent, but something was driving fear into her like an unseen knife. The knife would soon hit the right nerve and suddenly everything would change. Nika's blood filled with fury as her adrenaline began to flow. Her senses are now heightened and everything moves slower to her as she is now much faster. She feels like she could lift a truck and toss it at her enemies. Beware any unsuspecting foe.

Playing follow the leader, now are we, Chickie? First it's Isabel to roll with the jabs of her playmate, and now the roles were being reversed. The ribboned girl's grin grew wider as she felt the staff come in contact with her bloody fingers, the digits quickly reacting and wrapping around the weapon, the rest of her arm tensing, planning to yank it back toward her and hopefully bring the young man along with it, putting him at a closer range and making it easier to maneuver the two spines that had struck him. However, the Sightless Wonder didn't seem to want to cooperate this time around. Isabel didn't particularly like the sudden shift in the staff's direction, especially since it was sliding the opposite way from what she'd intended. Her grip tightened a little more, trying to stop the weapon from moving where she didn't want it to, only becoming frustrated as the blood on her hand made both her digits and the staff slick and uncooperative. Just as unfortunate was the fact that she had been trying to cover a small distance in a short amount of time, that momentum working against her and easily helping the end of the staff to plant itself into her stomach. Despite the fact that she was protecting herself beneath the surface, the impact of the weapon into the flesh of her stomach still hurt, effectively causing her breath to catch and hold, the pressure making easy breathing a near impossibility. Luke's own quick thinking was easily working against her rash movements, though despite the fact that she could feel her body moving in a way she could not stop, her feet soon lifting from the ground as the weapon tried to vault her over her opponent, she still stubbornly grasped for the spines sticking into his collarbone. If she could just have even the briefest moment of contact, she could at least attempt to do some damage, such as creating several barbs to make their removal both difficult and painful.

And that's when she was hit from the side. The attack didn't come from Luke, as she had expected, but instead from the woman that had been causing problems with her icy abilities throughout the battle. Easily she was forced away from her current playmate, her grip on his weapon completely slipping away, the attempt at tossing her up and over her opponent working in a rather twisted way, making her unable to push back against the pillar of ice that was driving her away from the blind mutant. It didn't take long before the snaking branch of ice curved and slammed her body into the ground, tearing gouges out of the ground with the spines that still remained in her body ans ripping small pieces of clothing and flesh from her where upturned rocks and still frozen clods of dirt could reach her. Her expression twisted into one that was a mix of pain and rage as she struggled to stop the weaponized ice from dragging her all over creation and crushing her in the process. Recalling her little escapade with Bacchus not too long before the current incident, she quickly reworked a few of her ribs to extend out of her back, just below the shoulder blades, the bones lengthening and being strengthened as they stretched out into two large spikes of bone, easily a few feet in length. Angrily she shoved the tips of the leg-like bones into the earth, digging them in as far as she could and pushing back against the ice in an attempt to slow herself and escape. Several times she released the majority of the pressure she exerted, startled and forced back by the painful exposure to both the cold of the offending ice as well as the pressure it put against her skin before she finally thought to place a layer of bone between herself and her inhuman attacker. Gradually though, she could feel it weakening, her eyes flickering between the ice and its controller, sending venomous glares of hatred at the woman. With a frustrated snarl, she gave one more great heave against the ice before quickly ducking back and to the side, the bone-legs helping to increase her speed a bit by pushing her in her intended directions, moving her body out from under the point of the attack before she spun back on it, one of the two bones moving up and over her body to slam down on the winding branch and crush it if she could. That ice woman would be next on her list.

"You! You and your... friends over there invaded my home, and k-..."

The horse-lady's voice trailed off, but Brainstorm could guess at the ending. Someone had died. Likely someone on the attacker's side. So the attack was on revenge. But why would a school kill someone? Alex watched as she reached behind her, rubbing her back below her...bow!

Even with his reflexes enhanced by his mutation, Alex was barely able to react to the arrow the lady fired. He had thought she had used all of her arrows. Alex fell to his right, landing on his shoulder to let the arrow sail past above him. He winced as his left shoulder jarred.

Alex thrust out his right arm, pushing himself upright with burst of his power. "I don't know what happened, but I obviously walked into something. I am not going to fight for murderers, but I won't let you trample over me." Alex raised his hands, trying to appear non-threatening. Given the fact that he had just been hurling lightning from his fingers, he wasn't sure how well it was working. He began to step backwards. Given the look in the lady's eye, he wasn't sure if she would listen.

Once the dog was safely inside Bacchus walked back through the chaos to retrieve the doors. Bacchus seemed to run through the chaos so no one would pick him out as a target but being a giant and forcing the ground to shake with every step didn’t help much. ‘Doors and then go, don’t want to fight here…’

After making it through the chaos Bacchus happened to make it to the doors without a problem. Lifting with his legs and putting small finger dents on the golden doors Bacchus carried both of them to the van that was brought for the door pick. With a small grunt Bacchus set them down and waited for a few minutes hoping the fight would end soon.

A minute passed by then another with no one coming to the gates Bacchus got impatient and walked over to the wall and figured he would get a show out of it by watching the fight.

Approaching the wall Bacchus noticed a bloke on the wall watching the fight, “More of a spectator than a fighter mate?” Bacchus said as he approached the wall.