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[color=a187be][center][h3]~Silana Delacroix~[/h3][/center][/color]

She paid no mind to her attack missing. A trivial thing, in the end, so was that shield of his...whatever it was made out of. She would crumble it, and she would kill them. It seemed a certain maggot had something to say to her about her actions though.

[color=f26522]"You are an impulsive lich, aren't you? And to think I thought the undead were better at controlling their emotions, you know, being 'eternal' and all. Sit back and wait for eternity while I sort this out."[/color]

Silana almost [i]hissed[/i] at the maggot for her impertinence in the unholy, ethereal way only an undead could. Of course, such an action would only prove the worm right and that was not something she wished to do. She simply looked at Suparna with cold, impassive eyes as the maggot went to attack the robot and her creator. Impulsive? No, she simply understood the need to finish this quickly before they lost their objective. Suparna thought she could offend her and get away with it? Her, the Queen of the undead? She who was eternal? She who withered entire kingdoms and brought even the strongest and hardiest of men to their knees, only to crumble them into decayed, rotting, corpses?

She would pay for her offenses, just as this human who was so valiantly clinging to life. She wasn't going to destroy this place with flashy magic since Suparna and her had a mutual...acquaintance, but fine. If this writhing, filthy [i]living[/i] maggot wished to insult her...she would show her just [i]how[/i] much of a lower creature she was.

[color=bc8dbf]"It is unfortunate you lack the mental capacity to 'sort this out yourself', worthless worm. Charging in like that, is only going to get you hurt."[/color] She impassively stated, the unholy book she carried with her began to burn, an eldritch, blue flame engulfing the pages. [color=bc8dbf]"You should return to the filth you writhe in and cherish before I make you [i]my[/i] puppet. Altissimus enim mordax est Magia: Sathanus Suspendisse."[/color]

Several orbs of dark, acidic liquid formed around her. They dripped as the formed, the acidic substance eating away at the floor quickly. It was a higher tier spell, and typically made quick work of fleshy humans. Angels were of course, resistant to its dark magic but unguarded humans? Well, his bones would hopefully be nothing more than a black pile of goop, unfit even for resurrection.

And well, if Suparna just so happened to get caught in the crossfire, then that was her own fault for being impulsive herself.

The orbs blasted towards both human, machine, and maggot, showing to love for her own ally, intending on finishing this with a swift action. They had no time to be messing around here, after all. In fact, she had half a mind to let Suparna handle this man himself, if she wanted too so much. She needed to get further into the ship if she wanted to bring it to its knees. So, she levitated, and followed right behind her attack, intending to fly right over the human and machine so she could continue on her way.


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

The attack worked much better than she had expected it too. Chances were, that mechanical monstrosity's mobility had been completely taken out now. Her halberd slice right through the machine's jetpack, impaling itself in the wall of the Elicitor. She'd have to retrieve it later, not something that would be difficult. Unfortunately, things were only getting more dire. With the arrival of the demons, most of angelic brothers and sisters would now have to fight a war on two fronts. It would have been bad, if not for the timely arrival of two commanders.

She didn't get much of a chance to greet them, however. As one appeared in a flash of holy lightning behind her, Graffdakka charged. Instinctively, she raised her shield and drew her holy blade. She had expected well, a melee attack. Not an explosion. As soon as the missile exploded on deck, She was immediately caught in it. She was thrown backwards, her shield providing little protection from the resulting blast. She slammed against the ground, landing on her stomach, severe burns scorching most of her body, and likely a few broken bones as well.

Nothing she couldn't walk off a bit.

She pushed herself to her knees, addressing the newly arrived Raziel, supporting herself momentarily with her blade.

[color=fff79a]"Raziel, your timely arrival is a blessing."[/color] She said, she, however, didn't have the Luxury to speak for long. [color=fff79a]"I am confident in my abilities to handle this thing, but our units need help elsewhere inside the ship. I fear some may have fallen to demonic corruption, and the Machina are not making things easy. As much as I loathe running from a fight, we have a bigger objective here than simply winning."[/color] She stood, holy energy arcing across her body as she stared down Graffdakka, waiting for him to make his next move.

That unit she was speaking of, was of course Diana. Her original plan had been to rendezvous with the dragon once she was inside and gave her time to retrieve it. She was vague in her wording, if only because she didn't want Graffdakka to realize that they had an agent on the inside already. Her intentions should have been obvious. He should handle Graffdakka, and she could move in and swiftly help Diana retrieve the object.