Night was the right time for Wither- a chance to hunt, and this night, there was definitely no shortage of prey. She delicately leapt down from the little ledge she had been occupying, looking for her partner. [i]Late again, as usual. She'd miss her own funeral... which might be sooner than she thinks if she keeps this up.[/i]

Still, there was work to be done. To her left, Alexis and Hikari were wreaking merry havoc among the nightmares, while Ami blazed like a comet, and Wither didn't want to be left out of the fray. She couldn't get in the middle of the mess, not without her partner- but that didn't mean she couldn't play sniper. Finding a dense tree to hide in, she went and started picking off nightmares with her sickness blasts, leaving them easy prey for the rest of the club. Hopefully, they'd reward her work by letting her get a few kills of her own later.