*Zeta leans back and watches the exchange, remaining silent the entire time.*

---

*Vaseraga can't do much apart from just lie on the ground, cause his wounds are catching up to him, despite him still not feeling the pain of them, which should be at a really stupid high level right now.*

*Horus walks inside with Hanna. After she presumably puts Iris down somewhere he looks down at her, folds his arms and glares*
Horus: Now explain. What the f&$# was that? What was that creature? And why was he hurting Iris.
*He sits next to Iris and holds a hand out*
Horus: Give me the medkit.
*He speaks in a steely voice that leaves no room for debate*

*Jillian sits outside smoking her cigarette, and watches the storm.*
*She grinds made a habit of grinding her teeth when she is frustrated, and this moment she was grinding them so hard that one of her back molars chips.*

---
*John runs over to Sasha, and slides down next to her prone form.*
John: How we doing, can you say your name? C'mon Sasha, say something.
*John isn't a medic, but has a basic understanding on how to treat wounds. He slowly undoes the clasps on Sasha's helm, and removes it to show a young woman's face with short cropped brown hair. Her pale grey eyes crack open, and she stares up at John with a mixture of annoyance and pain.*
Sasha: I'm... fine... help me up... is it dead?
*As she speaks blood boils up from her mouth, and leaks down her chin.*

*Lecter drops to his knees next to Karma, the main remnant of his injuries being heavy scars and tattered clothing*
Lecter: You're not done yet...
*The familiar simply turns her head to face John, her face even paler than unsual*
Neither is he. Take his heart, Lecter.
*Karma rests her head against the grass, and closes her eyes. As her breathing stops, she slowly shifts into black smoke, which reveals a dark blade (reminiscent of a Dao) where the Devil used to be. Lecter stares at the blade before slowly and carefully taking it into his hands*
Lecter: Your blood is mine, and rests on my hands. We will kill him together.

*The scarecrow attempts to curb stomp Syd with its blade while she's down*

*John looks over at Lecter, and frowns.*
John: So! What the fuck was that about?!
*He presses down on Sasha's puncture wound, which causes her to hiss in pain. Though Sasha has her own questions, she is in too much pain to voice them.*
Sasha: Help me the fuck up...

*The creature with the distended jaw finally walks away towards the storm, it's tentacled back writhes with anticipation.*

*Hanna sits down and pulls the med kit out for Horus.*

Hanna: H-he was one of the m-mutants. One of J-Jackson people. Come to get m-me, but they somehow f-found Iris first. I-I'm sorry. This i-is all my fault.

----

*Walter sits in the kitchen eating small snacks every now and then slowly looking less exhausted.*

*No matter how much damage the scarecrow does to Sydney, all she does is scream. The pain is unbearable as she's torn apart but somehow keeps 'living'*
*As she screams she wishes for nothing more than death*
*Her screams are drawing several things, namely one cloaked figure leaning heavily on a staff*

*Xan sticks by Zeta. Watching Horus in slight fear, as even in his weakened state he could squash her easily*
Xan: Who that?...

*Horus fumbles with the medkit for a few moments then swears violently and hands it back. He growls low*
Horus: My damn hands are too big... you do it...
*He sighs and rubs his forehead*
Horus: Alright... But why was he after you? I would think all Jackson's creations would want him dead, not be on his side.

*Lecter slowly rises to his feet and walks towards John*
Lecter: I told you. I've been hunting that Devil for a long time. Now he killed Karma, and walked away laughing. I'm sorry you got dragged into this, both of you. It wasn't your fight.
*He notices the still form of Vaseraga, but is more focused on Sasga as he at least trusts Sasha*

*The scarecrow butchers Sydney, cutting her countless times while it laughs insanely, and seems to enjoy her screams*

*Hanna starts to tend to Iris using the medkit. She pauses her work and looks up at Horus.*

Hanna: T-there are lots of p-people in the world. H-he just f-found one that shared his view...

*Hanna quietly works away patching up Iris.*

John: Don't worry about it bud, we'll get him... bastard got lucky is all. And don't apologize, me and Sasha have seen worse things.
*Sasha nods, looking more annoyed at being so helpless. If Lecter looks at her wound he would notice her it is overrun with small silver specs.*
Sasha: Keep alert, we are still in the thick of it.

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: Fucker might send something else at us. Or let the storm hit us. Either way, we're in a bad spot. Should we continue with hunting the storm's creatures, or head to the Room for shelter?
*He reloads his pistol, taking care to use a specially colored bullet instead of his regular ones, and wishes he had a sheath for his new blade*

*Horus frowns down at her. Despite his worries, he knows better than to question Hanna's loyalty*
Horus: I don't suppose there's a way to find Jackson using this things body? No sort of tracers we could reverse or anything?
*He looks down at Hugo's body, which he has propped against the wall*
Horus: What kind of mutation even is that? His arm, what did they do to it

*Vaseraga eventually gathers the strength to stand, and begins the hard task of pulling out things in him, such as the icicles. The scythe slowly floats back to him while he does so, and once it reaches him, he takes it in his hand and begins walking towards the group again, no longer even appearing hindered by his grievous wounds. He laughs as he gets closer to the group, speaking in a hearty tone which should not be possible for a brute as scary as him.*
Vaseraga: That was fun! Most certainly not like any other Primal Beast I have fought, but still fun!

*John looks down at Sasha, and looks back at Lecter.*
John: I don't think she'll be much help, we should get her back to the room.*
*Sasha doesn't protest cause John is right, she grits her teeth and sits up slightly.*
Sasha: Just push forward, I can stay behind.
*John shakes his head.*
John: Not a fucking option.

*Lecter sighs*
Lecter: We get you to the Room, find out who else got shot at while we were gone, if my last few stops are any judge, then we can hunt whatever is hiding in this storm.
*He looks over at Vaseraga*
Lecter: He's not some primal beast. He's a Devil as old as humanity, if not older.
*He grits his teeth and tightens his grip on Karma his blade*
Lecter: At least you enjoyed yourself while we got the shit beat out of us, and while Karma died.

*Hanna shakes her head and looks over at Hugo's body.*

Hanna: N-not a chance... Jackson w-would make sure that n-nothing like that would be p-possible.

*She then looks at Hugo's disgusting arm and groans quietly.*

Hanna: Jackson c-can do almost a-anything in his l-l-lab...

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*Walter finishes regaining his strength but remains seated in the kitchen.*

*Vaseraga isn't phased one bit, and claps Lectoer on the shoulder the moment he gets close enough to do so.*
Vaseraga: She died in the glory of battle, there could be no greater honour. The only thing that you can do now is sate your blade with the blood of her killer, and take your vengeance.
*He then looks down at Sasha with a look of annoyance, not that it's visible. He leans down slighty, mostly to look imposing, partly so he can whisper.*
Vaseraga: 'Tis one thing to die in battle, but another to die from stubbornness. We go to this room of yours, and you get your healers to assist you with your injuries. I shall carry you if you cannot make the distance on foot.
*He then straightens up and laughs once more, the sound echoing through his helmet.*
Vaseraga: Are there more of your kind in this so-called room? You are fun to be around! Attract all sorts of trouble!

---

*Zeta eventually stretches, and goes back into the room. She has a gut feeling, and her spear itself emits a dim and sobre glow, as if in thought.*

*Xan follows after Zeta, acting more like a puppy than a cat. She yawns and stretches then goes to a sofa to sleep. She curls up and snores softly*

*Horus nods once and waits for Hanna to finish healing Iris*
Horus: Alright... Hanna I'm not pleased. Because of you Iris was injured, not seriously but if Jillian hadn't been there it could have gotten worse.
*He looks down at her in utter seriousness*
Horus: I know Iris thinks of you as... well as a daughter, but you need to be more careful, otherwise you'll put both yourself and her in very mortal danger. Are we clear?

*Horus' words hurt Hanna more than she shows, but she still nods in the end agreeing with him.*

Hanna: I-I know... T-the people I care about a-are hurt because of me. And t-the people hurting them a-are drawn to m-me simply because I exist...

*Hanna hugs Horus and cries into his massive frame.*

Hanna: It's not fair...

*Horus is completely thrown off by the hug. He stares down at her awkwardly for a few seconds before a spark of sympathy alights in his warrior's heart*
*He gently hugs her back, trying to be comforting, but he's not as good at is as Iris*
Horus: I- Well- Umm-...
*He sighs*
Horus: Life isn't fair little one, look at Iris. Turned into a dragon... I know people to whom life has been incredibly cruel, and while some of them chose to wallow in misery, others just kept fighting. That's what I do Hanna, I just keep fighting. Don't let life get you down without one helluva struggle against it.
*He holds her for a bit, just comforting her until he dozes off next to his beloved, and the young girl he's beginning to see as more than just Iris's little friend*