Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150920191601/@comment-27260597-20150923190415

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Diane's simplistic shortened chiton and legging were covered partly with fingerless gauntlets, a bodice with fringed shoulder pads, and some around her waist, all in platinum. It would give her enough space to run, and yet, protection. She grabbed her silver bow out of nowhere, and ran into the midst of the battle, firing arrows.

A harpy with red-stained brown feathers fell to the ground, along with a few Stymphanion birds. Two iron arrows lodged them into Diane's arm. She payed no attention. "HUNTERS! And uh, Laurel! Stay in groups of two!" She yelled over the sounds of bird screeches and war yells.

Vega was proving herself to be more than a repair girl. She and her knife, the blade made from a chunk of her star, slaughtered the birds. Fighting alongside Andreya, apparently her inventions worked great. The chinese handcuffs trapped two harpies together before she beheaded them. A smoke-and-poison bomb made from foil, bug spray, galic powder, and who knows what got a dozen of the dang birds cawing and screeching, blindy flailing around, before dropping to the ground like stones.

Soon, her pale face was covered with an assortement of scratches, and her arms with a particularly large gash. Suddenly, a Stymphalian bird attacked her with vigoruos rage. Her power was drained, and her wings stopped beating- and she fell.

''This is it. I'm doing to die in such a stupid way. Falling during a class I'm supposd to be good at.'' She thought before she landed on something, soft?

Ixchel sternly rolled Vega off of her jaguar body, transformed, and opened her first-aid purse. She began bandaging her wounds without a word.

"Um thanks-" Vega said before Ixchel shoved a wad of herbs into her mouth. "Chew." She ordered. Then she smeared a wax of a sort, that cooled down her insanely large gash. They continued the healing process while the other Hunters were still battling.