[b]Tartys[/b]

Tartys watched with some satisfaction as her blow landed, drawing blood on the demon before he hid himself behind a wall of ice. As if that could really save him from the power of an angel that was intent on his defeat. She didn't entirely blame him though. He was pretty outnumbered by this point, though whether hiding instead of trying to flee for a better position was the best idea remained to be seen. She was eager to find out though. 

She prepared to strike again, only to find four dragon-esque creatures coming at her with a cold fury. "Tsk," she grunted as she took off, winging through the air yet not able to outrun the things. It took all she had to slip past the beams of ice that were being cast at her, seeking to freeze her wings and send her tumbling to oblivion. She would have to fight to make it through this. 

The islands were used as cover, Tartys darting this way and that as her gaze panned the skies to react to each Hunter as they drew near. Her wings strained, throwing her in different directions on a dime in order to avoid the chilling blasts that cut through the air nearby. It was a pity that the harpies seemed otherwise engaged at the moment, because they really could have been of use here in helping out with these things. 

Yet she did not sit entirely on the defenesive and run. It would be a clever trick to dart through one of the smaller holes formed by the floating island, and emerging on the other side to smoke one of the Hunters wings. The light magic cut right through it, sending the thing tumbling and then smashing into the rock so it could fall to a watery grave. And good riddance to that. 

Yet even in her success a new problem presented itself. It appeared that she had miscalculated how long it would take for the red cloud to arrive, and now it was engulfing her, burning and seemingly all-encompassing in its thickness. At least the Hunters were being affected too, not that it made this any easier. She gasped for breath only to find it robbed away by the red haze, yet she still forced herself to go on. Those Hunters were not stopping either after all. 

Another one would be eliminated when a rock falling from an upper island smashed into it, cracking it practically in half. A rough way to go, and Tartys would be reluctant to claim credit for it entirely. That just left the two, and a sharp snap brought her soaring towards one of then. Her spear was at the ready and she twisted at the last second to strike with it as it glowed with holy power. It flared with every impact, the angel practically scraping along icy skin as she barely dodged physical blows only to at last strike at the core of the beast. It practically shone before shattering, vaporized by the heat given off. 

That done, she turned to finish the last one only to be interrupted by the bullet fired by the Machina sniper. Had she known she might have been annoyed that he was willing to take the Demon alive but kill her, but she was being distracted at the moment. Even if his aim had been thrown off at the last second it had still hit her, and generally speaking while it served as a reminder for why snipers tended to aim for center of mass rather than headshots, it was nonetheless effective as blood puffed into the air and she was sent tumbling towards the ground far below. Even if she could recover, it was going to be a bit difficult to walk this one off. 

[@TheWindel][@Mega Birb][@Lmpkio][@Inner Demon]