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[color=bc8dbf][center][h3]~Silana Delacroix~[/h3][/center][/color]

This mist was absolutely...pleasing. Ever so pleasing. The corrosion. Decay. It pleased her. It would decay the corpses of the fallen to be sure, but...mix that with her own abilities, and perhaps she could get creative? Bestowing her own corroding blood into her minions had always failed in some manner, as it was tied directly to her soul, and could not last all that long outside of her body. She had created undead corroding zombies before using other means...but...hmm...

She'd have to speak with whoever owned this mist. Perhaps something could be gained from a brief collaboration.

But those weren't thoughts that one should ponder whilst on the field. The mist was of little concern to her and her undead horde for the moment. An afterthought. Nothing more than a fly trying to bother a dragon. Certainly it would corrode their bones, but it mattered not. She could heal them with her magic. The tireless undead would march regardless of the environment, however slowly, unceasing. Soon, they would reach their target regardless of time.

And [i]she[/i] arrived at her destination: The feet of the Elicitor.

She looked up at the massive structure. Annoying creation. It offended her very being, and she would see to it that it was going to [i]fall[/i].

Wordlessly, she levitated herself up swiftly, flying alongside the edge of the feet in order to help not be seen. Not that it would matter if she was seen, she'd simply bolster her ranks with the undead for every kill she had. And soon, she had reached some lower catwalks alongside the lower half of the huge landship. It helped that something above was drawing the attention of most angels.

So foolish of them, incredibly so.

She lighted gently upon the catwalk, making no noise as her body landed. 

And then she just so happen to notice...someone? Something? Along the catwalk with her. It definitely wasn't human or angel, so that meant it was possibly demon. And not one of her undead, either.

[color=bc8dbf]"...Hello~"[/color] She said in a fairly sweet, quiet and unassuming manner to Suparna. [color=bc8dbf]"You are...not one of my precious undead, are you?"[/color]

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[center][color=fff79a][h3]Gwynn, Maoilriain[/h3][/color][/center]

It of course, didn't take long for the humans to notice their presence. The fortress opened fire with their guns, making flying somewhat difficult. Not that the angels couldn't avoid a few measly guns. Just who did these humans think they were dealing with, after all? Just one...problem. Gwynn, likely being the strongest one here could see the entire battlefield. The mist was turning red, blood red. Likely the result of the demon interlopers.

[color=fff79a]"The demons intended to interfere! Stay above the mist!"[/color]

Her command was however, barely heard above the loud bellowing of some unholy mechanical contraption. What in the name of the great Imperator was that cacophony of noise?! It was accompanied with a hail of bullets that shredded many an angels wings, and it was enough it was enough to momentarily catch the Valkyrie off guard. Gwynn's eyes narrowed, momentarily stopping her assault with holy vengeance as she looked for the perpetrator. And easily found her target. A giant, hulking machine.

She could feel the other angels dying around her. She grit her teeth, steeling her resolve. For every angel they killed, she would kill a dozen more.

[color=fff79a]"Do not yield men!"[/color] A brilliant radiance of soft, warm light, radiated from Gwynn, healing all the angels nearest her. [color=fff79a]"I will handle this monstrosity! Focus on the demons and machina."[/color]

With that the Valkyrie summoned the Holy Lightning in her left hand. It arced, sparked with divine radiance. It took the shape of a halberd, similar to Gwynn's. Without a word, she tossed it towards Grafdakka. More specifically, towards one of his Vulcans, in hopes of cutting a hole right through it, and granting the angels above some reprieve. She dove behind it, readying her own halberd as it arced with holy radiance.

She aimed the strike right at the top of the monstrous contraption, bringing the weapon down upon it in a swift, almost lightning fast motion. Hopefully, it would hit and cause some serious damage to the contraption. Failing that, it would at least distract him enough to focus on her to let the angels focus more on the other humans and machina. As soon as the strike was completed, she'd somersault off, giving an impressive display of acrobatics as she landed on her feet.