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[h3][color=firebrick]Warboss Grafdakka Destroya[/color][/h3][/center]

It was quiet. Too quiet. For Grafdakka, it felt like it was only moments ago that he was enjoying the musical of war, firing his twin-linked vulcan cannons at an oncoming fleet of angels. Seeing them drop from the skies like like the bombs of Machina aircraft. Or cutting through drones of demonic vermin, slaying hundreds, if not thousands of whelps with a single slash. Perhaps that was just an exaggeration of Grafdakka's feats, but there was no denying that as a machine of war, he was one of the most powerful. Maybe he couldn't hold a candle to the likes of High Queen Eros, but he could certainly put down any Demon Champion or Angel's Chosen.

But it was too quiet right now. Grafdakka had been ordered to protect the Elicitor, a mobile fortress of great importance to the Machinas. What sort of importance, Grafdakka didn't know. Didn't really care. Some may have found it strange that the towering titan of guns and steel had chosen an escort mission of all things, as oppose to a deep strike or even being put on the front lines, but Grafdakka knew that the Elicitor was going to be attacked. The power within, and it's sheer size, made it impossible to hide. And if it was as powerful as the commanders say it was, then both demons and angels would bring their full force to claim it. And Grafdakka intended to be there when they came.

Despite his colossal stature, Grafdakka chose to station himself on the Elicitor. While his size and equipment prevented him from being able to traverse the entirety of the craft, it was still vast enough that even the giant robot could maneuver freely. Rarely has Grafdakka ever been able to actually ride on a war machine and be this mobile. More often than not he'd have to be in a dormant state and redeployed somewhere more open. Having this open space would allow Grafdakka full maneuverability to fight his enemies, whether he's swinging his angel-steel saw or firing a bunker-busting rocket.

Grafdakka moved to the stern of the mobile fortress. He looked at where they had come from, expecting a horde of monsters at their heel. He aimed his rockets to the distance, and from his metal body came a deep booming echo.

[color=firebrick][b]"KABOOM."[/b][/COLOR]

Grafdakka pretended to shoot one of his rockets into the forest, but merely returned to his patrol. He must remain vigilant of intruders and attackers. He knows they're here. He just doesn't know where they were.

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[h3][color=goldenrod]Francisca Labrys Seax Luxuria[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=goldenrod]"What a day, what a lovely day!"[/color] Fran shouted in excitement as her demonic horde was waiting. Well, not her horde per say. Just the horde she was part of. There was word that demons were needed to reclaim some sort of ancient weapon from the hands of the Machina factions or some such, the details eluded Fran. The important thing however was that there were words of Valkyrie appearing at the battle. Valkyries! These were no mere warrior angels. Beautiful and strong women who would whisk away the souls of brave warriors, now here to do battle against the forces of demons and machines. Fran had only heard and seen these angels in tales, but she knew one thing was for certain: she was going to have her way with at least one of them.

Sighing, Fran pushed away a slave who was helping Fran prepare for battle. Just some human the demons had captured in a battle with the machina's not too long ago. But humans were so... Simple. They had three holes and one stick, and some of them didn't even have a stick. Those where women, and while they were entertaining they just couldn't satisfy Fran's lust. The idea of having an angel in her clutches, at her mercy, dominating the holy warrior and piercing the shield maiden with Fran's own demonic spear... It was a fantasy that could not simply be satisfied with the mouth of babes. So setting the child aside for the next demon to entertain, Fran went out a bit.

Currently the horde was lying in wait. They would know what their objective is and they would attack it headfirst. It was sure to be suicide and many demons will die from the opening attack. But they were merely a distraction for the sleeper agents within the mobile fortress, serving to make all hands in the super weapon busy and unaware of those who have already infiltrated. Fran was offered the chance to sneak in, but she refused the opportunity. She wouldn't be able to fight the Valkyries from inside the fortress, and Fran was confident in her ability to get to the fortress anyways. Like any demon, Fran could jump a great high. Perhaps not high enough to jump on the deck of the Elicitor, assuming the information on the fortress was accurate, but she was certain she could find a way.

Going to a watch post, Fran could see the lumbering colossus in the distance. Already she could hear the demons begin mobilizing, so now it was time for Fran to move. Jumping down from the post, feeling the breeze between her bare loins, Fran landed on the ground none worse for ware. She called her axe, the Love Tap, to her hand and quickly joined the demonic forces in their march. There was very little organization for this rag-tag army of the lowest thieves and whores, but what they lack up discipline they'd make up for in eagerness and numbers.

[color=goldenrod]"What a day, what a lovely day!"[/color]