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Scheming madly as ever, Sliske allowed Ghelgath's army to charge forward in their attack.  Rather than react immediately, he started to pace with the ground burning in his wake, shoulders hunched like a vulture waiting for something dead to appear.  His army was reacting similarly, everything doing little besides the Tick Choppers, which were revving their engines threateningly.  Only when the front line of the frosty fiend's forces reached his Blackguards, Slike's left arm shot up suddenly and erected a translucent barrier between the two armies.  As expected, there was an incredibly satisfying thud as frozen constructs and minions collided with the wall. followed by Ira tearing open a rift straight to the site of a new battle.  The incubus' nose scrunched up in anger at this, though it was a welcome change from Rufus watching battles from the comfort of home.

Allies were already disappearing through to their new queen's aid, essentially leaving ying and yang to stare each other down.  The being of fire would be the first to break the coming silence, left hand still fixed in the direction of the hostile forces.  [color=630460]"Another time, perhaps.  For now, I have business to attend to.  Believe it or not the only one here I have any faith in is Ira, so she has command over my forces until I return."[/color]  From there, he cracked a grin and gave the beings of ice a light shove back before opening a rift for himself in the floor.  [color=630460]"Until then, I'll be reinforcing what territory we have."[/color]  Without another word, the barrier came down and he dropped into the swirling hole, allowing Ghelgath's forces to slump forward like a bunch of cheddar cheese getting cut from the block.

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Torag nodded in response slowly, one hand going to his chin and stroking it as if he had a beard.  This was an old habit from his previous life of priesthood, as he had possessed facial hair back then, and had been much less creative in his strategy.  Now, however, he was starting to turn to his quarters.  [color=aba000]"Diana, I shall converse with you later.  I have a plan for the following battle, though I will need to think it over.  Wouldn't want me to slip off of your neck..."[/color]  He went off mumbling to himself, mentally crossing off deadly errors in the matter as a warhorn sounded.  For this battle, he would be sitting on the sidelines, planning for the next battle and an outrageous idea that might just work...

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Syphax, lost in the merriment of the moment, was interrupted by Zak plucking three feathers from his left wing and a sharp pain coming from those three spots.  In a quick moment, not unlike a father rolling up his sleeves to but a daughter's boyfriend in line, the Harpy's mood shifted and he followed the trickster's escape attempt into the greenery.  [color=a36209]"Alright, enough of these shenanigans."[/color]  Even as Miyu spoke, a clawed hand shot into the bush and retrieved Zak by the back of his collar, forcing the taller being to eye level.  On a level plain with the man that just stole three of his primaries, the Harpy's striking blue eyes flared threateningly to get his point across.  [color=a36209]"For my feathers, I would like something of yours.  I care not what, though.  Leave something of yours in my quarters tomorrow morning, or I'll take whatever I fancy.  Understood?  Good."[/color]  He didn't give the rogue a chance to answer before he set him down.

A short moment later, the horn of war sounded, and a devious smile graced Syphax's lips.  Without a word, he took off in the direction of the teleportation portal, a few seasoned warriors among his people falling in behind him.  They went with the speed typical of fliers, and they were at the portal in no time.  The rest of the Harpies would trickle in behind them as they armed themselves with lances, swords, tomes, and whatever else they were versed in.  The two of the three with their leader had spears reminiscent of whaling harpoons and the other was equipped with a greataxe, a weapon atypical of fliers.  However, it was certainly threat.  As they went on through the gate, they erupted into a warzone in a frenzy.

This was Arcadia, a land of floating islands that many Harpies believed rightfully belonged to them due to some ancient monuments scattered around the area.  However, this was now a place of conflict, and Syphax's first sight as a pair of jets high over head.  His expression tightened against the wind and he gave a signal to the three with him to split up before soaring in pursuit of the flying machines.  Along the way, he noticed a few black specks getting blown out of the way and tossed to the ground, though he brushed it off.  This was likely something irrelevant, for now.

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((MARQUIS COMING SOON))