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[center][h2][color=red][u]         [color=white]☬[/color]  [b]Ira[/b]  [color=white]☬[/color]         [/u]
[color=red][sup][sup][i]Current [color=white]Location:[/color] Hell[/i][/sup][/sup][/color]
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As the scent of the battlefield filtered through her mask, Ira took a heady sigh in contemplation. Yes, this was what war was. Senseless and brutal slaughtering invoked by chaos. This was what she had yearned for and she was admonished none of the other Faction leaders shared her sentiments to fight on the frontlines. That was what made them weak and spineless, befitting of the frail flesh of man and the arrogance of Heaven.

Speaking of which, one scent in particular earned another sigh by Hell’s Queen. But whereas the first was laced with excitement, this one was heavy with irritation. It would figure the Elder Valkyrie would show her face on this battlefield and just her luck she’d return after all these years right when she had tipped Hell into her favor. Well then, no matter.

Per the suggestion of Victoire, there were enemies to slay and frankly, the bitch known as Hildr could be denied her petty vengeance a while longer. Instead, Hell’s Queen leapt from her position with enough force to tear the ground asunder beneath her feet. Like a zipping bullet, she located her target and aimed to land in the lake Alexi was observing. Making no qualms for a clean arrival, Ira stood unfazed even as the contents of the lake exploded all around her and Alexi, the water acting much like rain as even fish flopped to the ground.

[color=ed1c24]“Alright, let’s get this over with,”[/color] Ira said, unsheathing her blade and slowly walking towards Alexi. The water continued to pour, droplets rolling down her mask, but none of it doing anything to impede her gaining distance. [color=ed1c24]“You seem pretty stupid anyway so I’ll make sure to place your death as painless as possible. I have other things to bother myself with.”[/color]

Back at the Machina teleport spawn, Bastion nodded as Tatiana charged forward in pursuit of Henry. With a tap of her feet, she followed her friend with jet propulsions located in her boots. Slugging her rifle out, she prepared to take aim at the Silver-Eyed Demon…right before Henry decided he’d much rather play with the big bulking Angel thing instead.

Mismatched eyes narrowing, Bastion watched his path as he was heading straight for Zeruel. And no wonder, because the big lug had attracted quite a lot of attention for himself. With barrage after barrage of fire being laid on him, Bastion was amazed the thing was still standing. Well…not for long, Bastion zipping off to join the fray.

[color=0072bc]“Don’t wait up for me,”[/color] she told Tatiana, leaving her to her duel with the gunslinger before thrusting fast and hard. Frankly, the airspace and ground were all occupied with explosions of some kind. Be it Henry’s missiles, Grafdakka’s assault, or the maid’s air attack, nothing seemed to be penetrating that barrier of Zeruel’s.

Frowning, Bastion zoomed herself onto a floating landmass nearby, one of the many in Arcadia’s environment. Resting on one knee and aiming her rifle right at Zeruel, the one crimson pupil of her features suddenly began to whir, shifting into a golden coloration. [color=0072bc]“Dodge this,”[/color] she hissed before pulling the trigger, shaken back by the impact of her own shot. The bullet was bright gold and in no time, hit its mark.

Like a creature hungry for consumption, it tore through Zeruel’s barrier like butter and continued to grow in speed as its progress was undeterred. With the Angel’s defenses not ripped apart, it would be easier for the others to take him down. Of course, that bullet was still going and it wasn’t stopping. Unless Zeruel intended to dodge, it would continue to rip right through him-

[color=silver]“Because you’re a sucker for cute girls Mister?”[/color] a familiar voice answered Zak’s question. He wouldn’t have to look too far because sitting in the tree above him, lazying about on a branch, was none other than Harley. Her mismatched gaze was full of mirth as she observed his downed form, casually disregarding the rest of the fight. [color=silver]“Shouldn’t you be, oh I dunno, fighting or something? You are a warrior, right? Wait, don’t tell me. You’re a lover not a fighter…right?”[/color]
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