[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/color][/center]
	The warrior that was Torag had been wandering the halls of Celestia, thinking up an attack plan for the coming battle that had no cover, yet an open sky to work with.  His guess had been that it would be a King of the Hill type war, the volcano near the center of the battlefield serving as a capping point in one way or another.  Anyone with an aerial advantage would have a strangehold over the barren landscape, and that was exactly what Heaven had.  Tartys and Miyu would be perfect candidates to lead a division of Valkyries to the volcano, while the rest of the forces split up and met at the point...

	His thoughts were interrupted by a girl half his height bumping into him and going off on a tangent, speaking of a demonic fortress and a fallen angel within it.  From what he could recognize of her clearly beaten and emaciated figure, she must've been the captive the Demon Lord Bordeaux had taken months ago.  Therefore, this could only be the dragon Diana, having finally found a way to escape... or on a darker tone, committed suicide to arrive back in Heaven.  To stop her indecipherable speech, he crouched down to her level, which forced him to put a knee to the ground, and set a hand on her shoulder.  The sheer weight of his gauntlet would be enough to unbalance her if she wasn't prepared for the motion.  [color=gold]"Calm yourself, Claw of the Heavens.  You need good food and a warm bed, you look deader than I am.  The report can stand to wait an hour or two."[/color]  He gave her a look of concern despite his ghastly appearance, his eyes softening for the first time in awhile.  Since her age was unknown to most, he wasn't entirely sure if he was taking on an uncharacteristic fatherly or brotherly role, but he was happy to do so anyhow.  Happy... that was a feeling he hadn't experienced in hundreds of years, not since his first life.  Dismissing the feeling for now, he stood back up and motioned to a close-by pub.  [color=gold]"Come, let's get you sorted."[/color]  He paced for the door to the place as a familiar dwarven figure disappeared inside with a harpy and an angel.

	[@KoL][hr][center][color=sienna][h2]Syphax Gallus Aquilus[/h2][/color][/center]
	Syphax laughed heartily as Dora embraced him, an arm around his waist bringing her to about chest height on the taller bird-man.  He had expected no less from the jolly woman, and strode back into the bar he had just killed three people in to find the blood already cleaned up and the damage repaired.  Honestly, he was amazed.  Never in his life had he seen an establishment recover so quickly from someone insulting a harpy.  Sure, they're not exactly the best of races, but they've probably the most formidable pride in the entire Nexus.  He snapped out of his thoughts as Tartys formally introduced herself and asked for his identity.

	He couldn't help but smile at the girl slightly.  She certainly had a warrior's charm, that could go unquestioned.  [color=sienna]"I am Syphax Gallus Aquilus, Knight of the Southern Winds."[/color]  He spoke, retaking his seat from mere moments ago as Dora let him go.  He kicked out the other two chairs in a fluid motion, giving his companions a place to sit as well.  The second the dwarf mentioned getting piss-drunk and having some explicit fun, he chuckled lightly and shook his head.  [color=sienna]"Last time you got that drunk, I remember you getting bent over a table and screaming my name for an hour.  Tartys here, though... I don't think she can handle a drink as well as you or I."[/color]  He grinned brightly after this statement, almost like it was a challenge.  For added effect, he looked sidelong at the angel as a tray of drinks was dropped off at the center of the table.  [color=sienna]"Here's your chance to prove me wrong."[/color]  He took one of the tankards and slid it over to his corner, then crossed his arms in wait.

	[@Flamelord][@Lucius Cypher][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jGxtrS8.png[/img][/center][center][color=brown][h2]Marquis[/h2][/color][/center]
	As Marquis made his way through the Machina capital, he hummed quietly to himself, a simple tune he had learned before his body had been manufactured.  While he passed through a side street and next to a training facility, he could hear the gunshots within.  He paused for a moment, considering his options as they stood right now.  He could either bring a small force into this mission and take the demon by surprise, or lead a large force in, overwhelm her, and set up a base camp for the coming battle right then and there...

	His metallic feet clanged on the floor of the facility as he entered, the lobby of the place staring back at him in an almost intimidating manner.  It was a building made to Machina standards; regularly waxed floors, overstuffed couches you could bounce a coin off of, the whole nine yards.  A place like this was one of the best locations their military had funded, and live fire was an always thing.  Death wasn't an issue in the Nexus, aside from an unlucky few the sentient space refused.  The AI took his time walking through the building until he happened upon a running course with a soldier making short work of it with near-flawless accuracy.  With the training rifle she had, it was a wonder she could hit anything.  Marquis had only ever worked with semi-automatic weaponry, since he considered fully automatic guns to be unwieldy and hard to predict.  He watched as she tore through every target in the gauntlet with brutal efficiency, running calculations in his head as she went.  At the stop of the run, he made his way down to greet her.  [color=brown]"Ma'am, if you could spare a moment, I'd like a word.  I am Marquis, Servant of the High Queen."[/color]  He stopped and clicked his heels, standing straight and examining her model.  Short, slim, and quick; all things that would be needed for the coming operation.

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