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Dante started to get an itch, he had to act and now. In a Flurry of instinct. Dante charged at the Hyena His Glaive raised in a wide sweep. Pure animalistic instinct at the controls, he just hoped his was enough to beat a REAL animal. Shouting with defiance, Dante charged swinging with a high arc.

Hiding in the trees above he was glad to see the new comer fighting the girl who tried to kill him. He tore some of his clothing and began bandaging his throat.

Raine heard the footsteps behind her, but was just too late. As she turned towards the attacker and attempted to move out the way the tip of the blade slicing across her muzzle, blood splattering across the grass and leaving a nice gash across the Gnolls face.
She yelps and staggers back, instinctively lifting her pistol to the attacker and pulling the trigger.

Dante had realized his mistake the minute he made it, his attacker had guns. He pulled away to retreat but the Hyena was quick on the draw. As the shot rang out, he felt a stinging sensation in his left arm and it went limp at his side. This was bad news as he required both arms to use his Glaive. Unless.... Dante got a stupid Idea that might just work. He hefted is Glaive inverted and javelin style threw his Glaive with all his might. aiming directly at the Hyena. Praying as it flew towards it's target.

The Gnolls keen senses were more than enough to anticipate the attack and she easily side steps the throw, pointing her revolver at the man, keeping it trained on his torso. She growls "Move and I shoot! I'm sure.... I'm sure there's something we can work out? No?" Her finger rests on the trigger, ready to fire if he tries anything.
((dunno if this is allowed, just let me know if it isn't. This next roll is my attack ONLY if you move or try any thing, if you don't try anything I don't shoot))

Dante waited for the shot. He waited for it to end. For the world to go black. She never fired the shot. "Wait... Y-you're serious?" he huffed. His arm was burning immensely now, the pain was intense but it beat being dead. "Y-you're not going to shoot me?" He asked cautiously. He prayed this wasn't a trick. Then he thought, 'look where that got me last time'. He tried shooting a playful smile, but given the situation it doesn't seem like it was going to work.

Raine nods and as a sign of good terms lowers her revolver. "Listen... I don't know what the hell is going on here. And I figure you wouldn't either... I'm no killer. I hunt monsters, not people. I'd rather not kill you if I had the choice"
She would glance to his bullet wound with a look of disappointment in her eyes.
"What do ya say??"

"Tempting... But it doesn't seem like we have any other choice..." He nodded towards the top of the dome field.
"They have us right where they want us..." Dante put pressure on his wound to try and stem the flow of blood. He would have to get that looked at later, if he made it out that is.
"Look around. We have nowhere to go. I don't know if I am just that convincing but I don't exactly kill for a living. I'm here by their choice, not mine." He looked around for the bird... man... thing. But it was nowhere to be seen. Looks like he was stuck at gunpoint.
"It's not like I can fight back right now anyway, I'm at your mercy..." Dante slid to his knees, dreading the worst. "Make it quick..." he said, closing his eyes, praying to his god.

Tallon jumped downward aiming his talons at the Hyena girls throat! "Run!" He yelled to the man who kinda saved him, this was the only help he would get...

Catching the bird person in her peripherals she quickly ducks away and aims the pistol at him and pulls the trigger, the CRACK reverberating through the trees.
If they wanted to fight... I guess she had no choice but to win...

Dantes head shot up at the sound of all the commotion. One minute he's resigned himself to death, the next there's talons flashing and bullets flying. He didn't know if he could just sit there and stay on the hyena's good side, or if she'd turn and put one in his head afterwards. He began to rise but the amount of blood he had lost was too much. He immediately got light headed and his knees buckled.
"So this is it then..." He sat and waited for their battle to end, He'd just have to play into the winners hand. It was his only chance left at surviving this...

As Tallon slammed into the ground he used his one free foot to jab his razor sharp talon's towards the Hyena's gut! "Go! You saved me, now in my last breath I'll save," blood was slowly filling his lungs now, he didn't have much time left. He coughed as his talons made contact with something, was it skin or a fake tree?

It was around this time that Duuk was thrown into the pits, as the hood was taken off he saw two spears I front of him and an hourglass. "There it is," he said picking up the hourglass. But once he figured out what was going on in this strange wooded arena he jumped into the grass and his for now.

(1-3 Someone noticed me, 4-6 I'm hidden!)

Dante reacted as fast as he could. He managed to crawl to his feet and run, very shakily, towards the fake forest. The brush would be able to hide him, but his arm wound left him almost defenseless and if those beasts could smell him out...
Dante decided it'd be better to just go on instead of thinking about what would happen if he was caught.

Raine's tough leather tunic was made to deflect blows, but Tallons claw stabbed through as if it was butter, right into her abdominals causing her to drop her pistol. Her eyes open wide as she makes a squeak noise, her lungs not really allowing anything else.
Although not fatal it left the Gnoll suprised, allowing time for Dante to begin his get away.
Gritting her teeth she glares at the bird man. Reaching to the back of her belt she draws a throwing knife. "Why did you... Eugh... Have to make this hard!?"
She flicks the knife at Tallon hoping to hit some kind of vital spot.

Dante only ran for a minute or two, but with the searing pain in his arm it felt much longer. He rested against a tree deep in the brush. He leaned back and listened, hearing sounds of commotion That was good and bad. Good, they had forgotten about him momentarily to deal with each other. Bad, he wasn't as far away as he thought he was. Dante didn't think he could keep going on like this. He had to seek medical help or perform on the spot first-aid.
He scraped off a phone sized chunk of bark from the tree, bit down on it in his mouth. What he was about to do was going to hurt, he couldn't risk screaming. He took of his jacket sleeve and revealed his wound. The skin around the bullet hole was beginning to turn purple. A fake jungle with realistic dirt and grime infections, wonderful. He placed a hand around the bullet hole. There wasn't an exit wound so that can only mean....
Dante mentally prepared himself, bit down hard on the piece of bark, and dug into his wound with his fingers. Dante had been stabbed before, one time even hit by a car, but this pain was beyond anything he had experienced before. After what seemed like an hour (it was only a few seconds) he pulled out his fingers and in them he held a glinting piece of metal. The tree bark had slid out of his slack jaw. He just sat there, staring at the bullet. "Well lookie here..." he said hazily. Dante chuckled at the sight of the bloody bullet then leaned his head back against the tree, resting as long as possible before he had to run again.

Tallon dropped as the knife stuck in him taking it and flinging it back towards his foe with full force! "Gotta take you out before..." He coughed up blood, "before I die..."

Johnny entered the arena, dazed and confused about what had happened. The only weapon he had was a 1911 pistol with 5 bullets. He pulled out the gun and yelled "Hello? Can. Anybody tell what's going on?"

Raine caught a flash of the polished silver as the knife was flung back at her. She grits her teeth and holds her hands in front of her face to protect herself... it was too late to try dodge the attack so she waited for the inevitable. The razor sharp knife pierces through the paw-like pads on her palms, the blade going all the through out the other side and the hilt jolting the weapon to a halt... embedded in the Gnoll's hand. The injured Raine lets out an animalistic yelp of pain like if you were to step on a cats tail.
She grits her teeth and looks up, watching the bird creature plummet to the ground... and if luck was on her side, hopefully dead. She knew this was no time to writhe in her agony, there were others around who would kill her if she let her guard down now. With her first pistol on the ground she drew the second with her healthy hand and snapped around quickly to were Dante was knelt letting a bullet echo through the replicated forest. The bullet only found dirt though... Dante having long fled the scene. Raine cursed under her breath and slips her revolver back into its holster, walking over and retrieving the other also.
Grasping hold of the hilt of the throwing knife in her paw she takes a moment to gather herself, biting her lip firmly before smoothly and quickly drawing the knife from the flesh. The Gnoll keels over in pain and grits her teeth, wiping the bloodied knife on her cloak and slipping it back into its sheathe.
This was nothing... a simple draw back. Again, she had been through worse... this is a piece of cake... right? First of all, this strange man had to be killed, she had no choice. Letting her primal instincts take control she scanned the area with keen senses. The smell of fresh blood filled the air. Her own blood instantly recognisable to herself, then there was those of two others. Her nose sniffs, taking in the scents... one belonged to that bird person, the other...
The Gnolls pupils dilate, locking onto Dante's blood. Breaking into a run she follows the scent almost as if following a line drawn on the ground for her leading straight to her prey...

((sorry about my massive AFK there Was at Comicon for a couple days and came home to having to go to hospital >-> but! back now so let the games continue~!))

Dante numbly grasped at the ground next to him repeatedly, as if reaching for something. His mind vaguely remembering something about a pole-like weapon in his mind. A nearby bullet ant crawls onto Dantes hand in his dazed state, it stood on his hand until he twitched. Then it bit down. The pain shooting up his arm woke Dante from his daze. "JAYSUS!" He's snapped back into reality. Between the gasps of air his mind worked. He was in a life or death situation. His arm was wounded, almost useless. His body was tired, but still had surprises left, he hadn't been there that long and he'd already been shot. He was weaponless except... His heart raced and he reached for his belt. Sure enough, when his hand skimmed along his waist it touched a small, rectangle shape taser. He wasn't defenseless. That little grace spurred Dante on, he rose (as slowly as it was) and looked around. No sign of his avian companion. That can only mean a few things and none of them were good. He looked down and gave his taser a quick test shock and it buzzed to life. Maybe a bit too loudly, he realized. He hobbled his way onward in a desperate attempt to make sure he survived this arena of death.