Scarlet leaped backwards, and this time, the blood lashed at him, making of itself a whip.  His armor kept it from drawing his blood, but it sure did sound like it would have hurt had it actually hit his skin!

Ozzy grinned and taunted, "That's right. Run, witchy. Be afraid of me. Because that's when you mess up, and I pounce in for the kill."

He trusted in his armor to protect him still as he spun around for a moment, then hurled his massive hammer Wulfgar-style at the witch. Once the hammer was away, he watched to see how she reacted, to try and intercept her with bare hands if she managed to dodge the impromptu hammer-throw.

  She dodged DOWN, and rolled sideways, drawing a dagger from her belt to slash at him.  Striking sparks from his armor as the dagger was wrapped in a black energy that sucked and clawed at him when it got close.

His left hand went for the wrist of the hand that was holding the dagger, trying to keep her from hitting him with it, while he used his right fist to throw a punch at her, aiming for the side of her head. He was hoping that he could knock her senseless, and therefore render her harmless for now.

  She twisted, so he caught her hand, the black energy ripping at his own energy field as she dodged the punch.  She growled a word, and the energy around the dagger flared and licked at his whole forearm like it wanted to start CHEWING on him!

Ozzy growled as the black aura began sucking the energy out of him. He shoved her in desparation, not wanting to let her feed on him more with that evil spell of hers. He then summoned another paint sword and slashed at her, hoping to catch her off guard while she was still recovering from the shove.

  She swore at him, and flung another bolt, this one of a sickly red, and the blood drained out of a tank where the embalmers hadn't yet disposed of it, and became a shambling THING that promptly tried to EAT him.  Whole.

Ozzy gagged as the blood-shambler formed, ducking out of the way as it tried to eat him, before conjuring a paint golem of his own to try and battle the beastie. He then turned to the blood mage and said, "Is there anything else, witch?"

  She flung a bolt of the black-stuff at his eyes, as she snarled "Just DIE already, you insolent boy!!"  His paint-sword had drawn a line along her arm and he could feel her USING her own pain to draw yet more power from it!

  Clarissa slid to a stop, and stood still, swiping at her nose as she regarded the ring of skeletal warriors surrounding the funeral home, and said {{Small problem.  Someone set up a perimeter.  They're too close for me to fly past them from the ground floor . . . so I'm going to try going up.  See if I can get out an upstairs window.}}

Dragon Fist entered the fray, wielding his chi-sword, holding it in a ready position, attempting to draw the attention of the blood mages.

"Now then...let's see how you match up against me.."

  Bokor smiled, as a man's body lying on the slab under the stairs sat up, and reached over to grab at Dragon Fist, his cold, clammy hands settling on his hips as he said his piece.

Dragon Fist was surprised by the new combatant. He could see the chi signature of this man, who was alive and yet not. Dispersing his chi sword, Dragon Fist's hands glowed with chi, and he flurried several blows with his fists at the grabby zombie-like man.

  The man holding onto Dragon Fist's hips didn't even flinch, his vacant, unseeing, filmed over eyes open and staring at the hero as he pulled him closer, and opened his mouth like he was getting ready to try and take a bite out of him!

Dragon Fist evaded the bite barely, purely out of reflex in spite of being armored. With this opponent, he would not have to hold back and so he didn't, crouching quickly and giving a vicious chi-powered uppercut on the zombified man.

Ozzy deflected the bolt of dark magic, slapping it away with his magic rune-sword before rushing in, aiming a knee towards the blood mage's solar plexus. Then, hoping to finish the fight, he brought his sword back up and thrust at her, aiming to strike a blow that would kill quickly and free him up to help the others.

  She was hit in the solar plexus, which was why she fell backwards, and did a flip, gasping out of his reach as her own blood became a series of razor edged flechette's that she flung at his face, aiming to kill him in trade.

Ozzy tried his best to sidestep the fletchettes, but he was no speedster. They tore through his armor, and he screamed. While he was alive, it wasn't pretty. The right side of his face was fairly torn up, chunks were gone from his right ear, and his eye... well, let's just say if Megs couldn't fix it, then he'd be looking a bit more pirate-y from now on.

Still, the teenage titan stood firm, clearly in pain but not willing to give up the fight. Paint swirled over the wounded parts of his head, trying to close them off from her magic as he charged in, sword raised high once more before he stabbed it down at the ground, sending the blade streaking across the ground before piercing up, hoping to impale her from an unexpected direction.

  She shrieked as the sword-tip ripped through one lung, her own pain and blood fueling her next spell, as she wiped her hand through it, and FLUNG them at him.  Her aim was not as good, and the blood turned to drops of napalm-fire as it flew toward the chest of his armor.

This was one time that Dragon Fist could apply some of the lethal portion of the martial arts against his opponent. His opponent was no longer living.

He sent a vicious kick to the zombie's knees, attempting to cave them in, followed by twisting the zombie's wrist into a bonecrunching wristlock.

  The distinct feline snarl from upstairs told Ozzy that someone was coming back, and she was now very pissed off.  Even as he felt her give him a burst of energy, and she said mentally {{Okay, that bitch is in deep shit.  Because now I'm pissed.}}  She peeked down from the stairs, and Ozzy could see, those chocolate eyes were glowing amber-gold with mana as she flung one hand forward, and the burning droplets headed for his chest turned into water.

As the flames turned to water, Ozzy just grimaced and shifted his sword a bit, so the blade was like a four-pointed ninja star on the tip of a shaft, and then started it spinning at high speeds inside the blood mage's chest cavity.

He then turned to see how Dragon Fist and the others were faring, and who needed help most. The pain could wait 'till later, he had to help his friends NOW.

  She screamed as the sword-tip turned her vitals into so much bloody puree, and fell limply dead.

  Snapping her wings twice, Clarissa soared across the room, landing beside Ozzy with a bit of a SCREEEEE as she caught hold of a metal pole to stop her forward momentum, one glove yanked off as she snaked that hand down to delicately poke Ozzy, the pink of the mutagen welling as she tripped his shift to kick his regen up.  Then she threw a second spell at the one mage, Death Cleave, transforming HIM into, of all things, a big, fat, smelly domestic pig.

Ozzy was surprised when he transformed, his massive form meaning that he couldn't stand straight without bringing down the rest of the room. Still, he let his armor recede so his wounds could heal properly, and they were indeed healing quickly.

"Thanks, babe. OW. Losing an eye HURTS. Remind me not to do that again. It's a good thing that I've got a healing factor..."