"When will they stop!?" Groaned Naon as another group of that primitive's soldiers died off with ease again. Pulling his blade from the chest he couldn't help but allow a sense of joy to wash over him, the one thing he did like about them was that their eyes were more expressive then his own people.

He enjoyed seeing the light dim then go out.

Though to his annoyance Selendis spoke, "Prepare for the next wave in a hour!" His fun slightly ruining his mood he thrusted down again killing it.

Naon could already could sense the annoyance and anger from the Templars and even the Psi-users despite there rather emotionless state they train themselves to be in, but they gave of a collective annoyance and yet some smugness. Ignoring that brief looks they gave him he walked towards his fellows of the cloth, who praised him and gave him the respect his was justly due.

Just out of everyone's sight a pair of predator eyes watched, this had been normal for them as they knew it was the woman that report to the now dead Mistress of the crashed ship. But these pairs of eyes were waiting with a weapon aimed, and this hunter had her target.

Naon grasped the hand of the Arch-Nun and was about to speak, but a loud bang rang out and her chest which was unarmored bursts open her eyes that were a moment ago burning with pure enjoyment and excitement towards her equal died instantly. At first no one knew what to do, but the Templars first to act, turned blades reactivating and shields flaring they turned and saw a smoke cloud in the dark only emulated by the number of small fires around.

The closest charged the smoke but found the area empty.

Naon was left standing in a daze, his hand and chest covered in the blue-ish tinted blood. "What?" He asked confused not believing what happened.

"Psi-users! Looking for that thing!" Selendis ordered, "Templars, Home Guard we aren't done yet. There is something new here."

After another minute with no luck from the Psi-users the tense air almost died.

"Naon it isn't safe co-!" Another ear splitting bang. Everyone jumped and saw a Junior-Priest that was attempting to get Naon to move, his face covered in his own blood with a hold the size of a golf ball dead center of his head, but this time the Templars were faster and just before pouncing onto whatever had fired twice and killed two. A blast of fire pushed them back followed by a voice that sent a shiver down the spines of those who heard it.

"My my, you were fast. I was hoping for a third shot. O well." The Templars back up allowing their shields to recharge and for there compatriots to form up.

Before them stood a woman emulated by the fires she had created. One hand held a musket and the other burned with a still lit fire which she crushed within her fist. The Home Guard got into firing positions as they had no idea what they were dealing with. A sickening smile of self assurance and her eyes almost glowed brighter then the fire around herself.

Selendis had to take a step back herself as she wasn't sure to expect, but what she wasn't expecting was the same woman they saw killed by the Blood Hunter in front but this time wanting a fight.

"But this time I am here to dance rather then talk." She blow them a kiss before just disappearing.

(POV Jean)

I couldn't stop smiling as I reloaded my musket and watched as they franticly ran around like idiots looking for me... this time I should wait for the next lot of Enlistees before I strike again. Two more attacks the I'll call it for myself.

Naon is still standing there like a fish out of water, his front having a nice coating of blood and his eyes swirled in what I think is an expression of confusion, it's almost depressing that he is complete frozen as if he had never seen one of his people killed in such a fashion, randomly, chaotically and without warning.

Though the Templars and that Home Guard are rather good a maintaining order despite the wrench I threw into their plan, followed by their Mages with a few showing actual combat experience... and I can't even see the civilians among them, probably hiding. Good for them, I dislike harming non-combatants when able, but if they start fighting back well fair game then.

After reloading I look for anew target, the religious lot are already shaken. Maybe the Home Guard or... no I should take a shot at the Templars and see what there shields I've seen appear every time they been shot will do if hit by a larger object, sure they can stop something with a decent velocity but what about mass? Next question should be what about my sword? They can block bullets to they can stop physical objects, but it is something like it can only stop something going at a high speed...

My thoughts die as I remember that Selendis and her Templars had marks of damage on their armour, and they wear armor to protect them from melee, if those shields could protect them from all incoming attacks what would be the point of armour. Looking at the "normal" soldiers among them have armour as well though it looks to be lighter then those of the Templars.

With a smaller grin I start picking out Templars to kill. Needs to be less observant and weaker in a melee, less observant that is easy two of them are lazy by their standards which is still high... but the only one with less combat experience is all of them if I use Selendis as the measurement, and they are all decently trained to a point where it is hard to find the odd one out. So I'll have to choose those to that look rather lazy.

Though it could be a ruse to fuck with me, but no if they are looking lazy while there should be a heightened level of alertness then they are just idiots... unless Templars are just arrogant maybe they are suppose to be this elite outfit could be a possibility. Closing my eyes I check my internal Mana, which looks akin to a flask and it was nearly a fourth empty... no more teleports, but elemental attacks? More then enough... I wish it was like those stories were there was an actual numerical number for the amount of Mana I had.

I shake my head, whatever. I start creeping around to close towards the two I want to try to kill... it is really hard to move though as that skittish leftenant's men are shooting at anything that even slightly moves the grass. Which in of itself is good for them, it means they have enough alertness to fire as grass being moved by the fucking wind.

Getting onto my belly and I stand shuffling around with shots flying... a good question is how much ammo do they have?

(3rd Person)

So while Jean was shuffling on her belly, Selendis and Polos were in a heated argument about a certain someone.

"We need to hunt her down!" Polos shouted, restraining himself from raising his hand to a Templar.

"Then what?" Selendis countered, "She just proved that killing her dose nothing! Blood Hunters always finish a job, if they kill someone they are dead. But look over there!" She pointed at the still catatonic Naon, "I rather not piss her off, he is being targeted by her."

"Then why not just kill him?!" Polos asked confused, she had two shots to kill him why not just kill him?

Selendis ran her hand down her face, with a sigh she explained the concept of mental torment and went farther to explain that she would rather not have her men be picked off one after another as that is really bad for morale.

"Then what do we do?" He asked, slightly deflated. His hand fingering his sidearm, the twelve and half millimeter weapon still smoking from use.

"All we can really do is hold out until dawn then we will get more people, then we can end this." She said and looked out towards where she saw Jean 'die' by the Blood Hunter's hands as the ground was still stained, and yet. There she was standing with a smile and ready to fight.  Polos head flicked up along with his hand, firing the last two rounds which strikes low hitting the ground and hears a small yelp of surprise coming from the grass.

"I wish I had better connection to Psi." Polos muttered in annoyance, Selendis ignored the comment as she knew why.

"You aim with a ranged weapon is still better then a Arch-Templar, but you still missed." She offered with a reassuring tone.

"Yea, I guess. Grass is a little taller then expected, miss judged." He responded as he reloaded, his tone somewhat better then normal if he could he would smile. "Oi Guard!" With a gesture his limited Psi he made a small but bright light almost like a laser pointer to where he had fired and those he had assigned to watch the area fired on the light.