The blades struck. The fireballs struck. The bolts struck. The Houndmaster's limbs were shredded, his body carved open. With no more hounds to sustain the transformed monstrosity, he could no longer mend his form. Inside there was nothing but muscular tissue and blood, no organs appeared to be visible within his distorted form as crimson poured onto the earth beneath him. Fanilly lowered her blade. It was finished. No only the houndmaster, but across the entire clearing--- The hunt had ended. Its leader destroyed, the knights and the nithyr had eliminated or driven away the remaining hunters. With the end of the hunt, the knights and other creatures whose existence only appeared in its duration could no longer manifest. The enemy force utterly collapsed with the death of its leader. They'd done it. They'd defeated the Midnight Hunt. A strange feeling filled Fanilly's chest. A lightness to her heart. Was it some sort of euphoria? She'd lead her knights to victory against something that appeared utterly unstoppable. Even those who survived the Midnight Hunt had never managed to defeat it utterly. Did the end of this battle actually make her feel some sort of glee? Was that appropriate? Was she supposed to feel this way? Fanilly shook her head and sucked in a deep breath. She needed to announce victory, thrust her blade skywards, and--- A grim, guttral laughter interrupted her thoughts. The Houndmaster's limp corpse rose, head lolling to the side, jaws hanging open. The laughter was coming from its gaping maw, even though its eyes were glassy and dead. Its hands rose, destroyed limbs coming together. It was laughing. It was clapping. Was this... did it approve? ... The corpse fell limply. Its flesh began to run, turning red, breaking down and oozing onto the grass. Its flesh was melting into nothing but blood, leaving behind a distorted skeleton coated in nothing but gore. "..." It was ended. Fanilly felt the tenseness dissipate once again. She thrust her blade skywards. "The Midnight Hunt has been ended! Victory! We have victory!" [@Crimson Paladin][@Octo][@Eisenhorn] [hr] The trapper crumpled as it was struck, the armour offering only minimal resistance before the entire fae creature simply… collapsed into a heap of abandoned armour and cloak, flames licking away at the broken joints. Just an empty shell, without any real [i]body—[/i] And then the flickering embers surged out, gathering into a single form that spiralled up, forming into some shape half torn between a pillar of flame and a vaguely humanoid torso, long, gangly arms stretching out into three-clawed hands. Wherever the light from its ruddy flames touched grew cold and dark as it stood, patterns amidst the flame regarding Renar with some alien emotion. Then it was gone, the flames scattering as streams in all directions, leaving no trace of [i]whatever[/i] that had been, and just the empty shell of the Trapper behind. [@Psyker Landshark] [hr] "..." Behind the veil, the waifish girl's eyes could just barely be seen, widening. She hadn't expected the blow to never come. Despite this, she'd still administered her final attack as a test. Did she make peace with the idea of death, or was it something else? Regardless, with a strange, grinding noise, her blades disappeared into her hands, leaving no trace of their emergence in the first place. Her slender, dainty hands raised to her veil, taking the thin white fabric gently and lifting it from her face. Beneath, her features were slight and gentle, her eyes a gleaming solid blue blue, an extremely faint pinkness in her lips and cheeks marking here as what a human would consider alive rather then some form of shade or walking corpse. She tilted her head towards her opponent, and offered nothing more than a silent, gentle smile. And then she was gone. [@HereComesTheSnow]