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Syphax, while in pursuit of a pair of jets that he was slowly gaining on, happened to glance down from his quarry and spotted something the threw him off for a second.  While retrieving his brethren from the depths of Hell earlier with Hohenheim's blessing, he had caught wind of Rufus leaving unceremoniously for parts unknown and a new queen stepping in, and she appeared to be on the battlefield at that moment.  That, and she was in the middle of drawing a long, incredibly sharp blade.  Katanas, he could remember those being called, forged from thousands of layers of folded iron and steel, and were about as deadly as they sounded.  He, however, had a legendary greatsword made from cobalt and titanium on his back that he had faith in, so without hesitation he dived in at the pair that were likely about to duke it out.

Coming in not unlike a missile, the Harpy began drawing his sword and preparing for a landing, when everything suddenly slowed down.  He opened his mouth to speak, though the words came out slurred and distorted, and even took a moment for his own voice to reach his ear.  [color=a36209]"What in the... it's like flying through molasses!"[/color]  Every pound of his wings still brought him closer to his destination and his legs were slowly swung forward to brace for a landing, though everything was in slow motion, and his body was still on auto pilot.  Even his nerves must've been slowed thanks to whatever was effecting him so heavily.  When he touched down, however, he would be there to bring his righteous blade upon both of those present.  Particularly Ira, he wanted to gauge what Hell's new leader was capable of.

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Having spent most of his downtime since his chat with Alexi tuning up his weapon of choice, Marquis was ready for the all-call that went out for the next battle.  To his slightly sadistic joy, the robot set his screw driver to the side and picked up the freshly cleaned sniper rifle and spun it in his hand several times before stopping it and tucking it under his arm.  [color=6ecff6]"Zealot, do take care of Eos while I'm out.  If I find one thing wrong with her when I return, we shall have an issue.  A very... personal, issue."[/color]  He knew his fellow guard, at the very least, always had ears on him and everyone else in the Machina.  Then again, the sniper himself had an eye on almost everything in Hyperion.

Following his march to one of the teleporters that had been set up as a transport to Arcadia, the android set to finding himself a suitable place to set up and snipe from.  The surrounding islands were a great choice, they were higher in the sky than most of the others, but the issue was getting to them.  With a level of silence unusual even for him, he made a silent note to upgrade his mobility in the event something like this happened again.  For the moment, was reduced to haphazardly hopping between islands to the front lines, trying to find an optimal position in which to set up in.  If anyone felt the need to attack him, they certainly could try.  The mech took a precaution against an ambush at this point, though, as the barrel of Bindlebane shortened and the sights collapsed into the cylinder, transforming into a powerful revolver.