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

Cries of battle and high alert from the commander told Grafdakka all he needed to know. The angels had come. Turning towards the skies they came in quickly. Already they had landed onto the deck of the Elicitor. A few patrolmen were caught off guard, but Grafdakka was always prepared for a fight. Immediately Grafdakka was assaulted by a pair of angels, flying well out of the reach of his saw and bombarding him with holy magics. But his steel chassis would not buckle underneath their flashy attacks, and he returned fire to them with his twin vulcans. Merely a second after he opened fire and Grafdakka was obscured by a cloud of bullets. Even for the hulking giant, the amount of bullets he had pumped out was great enough to create a fog that would hide his entire body. By the time he stopped shooting, the only remains of the angels who attacked him were their torn up weapons and armor.

Grafdakka set out to find the commander of these angels. He enjoyed carving through waves of foes well enough, but he would find the greatest concentration of enemies around their leader. However these angels were agile fighters; while many had landed to engage the other soldiers on deck, Graf figured they would attempt to maintain air superiority. And all these angels were highly ornate, making it difficult for Grafdakka to figure out which shiny looking warrior was suppose to be their leader.

[color=firebrick]”NO MATTER.”[/color]

If Grafdakka couldn’t find their leader, than their leader would do well to find him. He went to where the fighting was thickest, and when he arrived he fired his twin vulcans into any angels above. They may have thought to control the skies thanks to their wings, but so long as Grafdakka stood standing, the only thing that would be in the skies were bullets and corpses. As he his cannons roared over the battlefield, his [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30LvABWtHq8]song[/url] blared over the speaks on his body in an attempt to draw attention of the angel’s commanders to him.

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

Now it was time to fight!

Signaled by the approach of the angels, Fran ran alongside the demonic horde towards the Elicitor. They had to take the long way instead of taking it head on, thanks to the Blood Countess. Her seeds were spread all over the valley, and now her innocent roses melted the the hearts and soles of the Machinas. By the time the demons met them they too would suffer the agonizing bliss of being torn to shred by the Countess flowers, but they were merely distractions. Those fortunate enough to somehow survive would get the pleasure of boarding the fortress and tearing it apart from the inside, and the right to be little the fallen.

Fran dashed ahead of the army, wanting the first glimpse of the enemy before her. It wasn't long before she spotted the massive battleship, but what she saw nearly made her soil herself.

[Color=goldenrod]”VALKYRIES~♡”[/color]

Fran could see the golden winged Seraph do battle with the men of Machinas. Whatever Frans original objective was, she disregarded it for the chance to grab an angel and ravish her right then and there. But the height of the Elicitor and the Blood Countess’ poisonous roses were going to be an issue. Fran would be too weak to fight if she had to go through the field of roses. She'll need a lift.

Slowing down Fran hopped onto one of the more hulking demons. He seemed offended at being used as a platform but Fran didn't care. She just needed to be somewhere high, and when the time was right, she jumped into the air, fifty feet high.