[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/color][/center]
	Torag elected to bring up the rear of Heaven's defense force for the moment, having positioned himself behind the amassed battalion of angels at the gates of Heaven.  Just as he reached the bright, glowing portal that would bring them all to Alt Signia, he noticed a younger angel, clearly a greenhorn to the war.  She held her spear in her hands tightly, knuckles white around the shaft of the weapon and sweat rolling down her face.  The commander for the battle stopped and pulled the girl to the side with a certain sternness.  [color=gold]"Death comes cheap in the Nexus, there is no need to be afraid, young one."[/color]

	The girl froze up when Torag pulled her to the side, nodding to his advice and relaxing slightly.  [color=gray]"Aye, sir.  Just... first battle is all."[/color]  She rolled her weapon in her hands, her knees buckling when she dropped it.  She quickly bent over to pick it up, the plate-skirt she had flaring and her helmet falling from her head.  The hair of an averagely-beautiful angel fell out, causing Torag to shake his head in disapproval.  [color=gray]"Sorry, sir..."[/color]

	The draugr sighed and stood the girl up, thrusting the spear into her hands and closing them onto it.  [color=gold]"Hold that tight and keep it loose in your hands.  You want to be able to stab and block in quick succession, and keep the chin strap on.  It's there for a reason."[/color]  He dropped the helmet onto her head again and secured it with a strap, then took his leave through the portal to the battle field...

	Upon his arrival, he saw the demonic lines explode violently and two giant mechs crash into each other, exploding into a mess of loose metal and bolts.  Based on the shogan-like appearance of the attacking beast, Miyu had betrayed the forces that enslaved her and unwisely put her in charge.  He cracked his knuckles and took Bloodletter from his back, spinning the scythe and pushing his way to the forefront of the angelic lines.  In the distance, he could make out the forms of Jorm and Juno tearing through what was left of Hell with ease, and two of his close allies engaging a set of crudely made robots with saws.  With surprising urgency, he forced his way over to Omega and Tartys.  [color=gold]"Greetings, friends.  Let's make short work of the Machina's toys!"[/color]  He gripped his scythe tightly as one of the two Killa Khans approached, saw and sword waving madly as it went.  With a mighty heave, Torag met the bot with a devastating upswing, piercing the metal plates protecting the inner circuitry and lifting the amalgamation into the air.  He carried through with the motion, slamming the Khan into the ground with a dull thud and ripping his weapon out in a downward motion, completely disabling the machine.

	The commander turned to the field again, watching as holy blades clashed with the steel of man in a fight to the death.  For one reason or another, he felt that this would quickly become something of an ultimatum, where the fate of the Nexus would be decided with a single action.  While he was distracted with this though, a mech took a stab at him, aiming for what would be his heart.  The undead grimaced as the blade simply bounced off his heavy armor, leaving the slightest tear in the white fabric covering the plates.  Refusing to waste time at the moment, he kicked the bot over and sent it rolling indefinitely, silently hoping it would collide with advancing troops or other bots.

	In that moment, a large bullet pinged off his pauldron, bouncing to the ground a leaving a dent in the thick piece of armor.  The shoulder guard began to slowly repair itself while Torag searched out the shooter.  High above the field, in a Machina transport that was now circling the area, he caught the slightest hint of scope glare, and a grimace coated his face again.  [color=gold]"Keep your heads down!  We've got a sniper!"[/color]

[center][@Flamelord][@Lucius Cypher][@Awesomoman64][@The 42nd Gecko][@KoL][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jGxtrS8.png[/img][/center][center][color=brown][h2]Marquis[/h2][/color][/center]
	Marquis idly listened to the banter filling the transport most of the notable unites had been placed in, not really having much to say.  They all knew the mission and exactly what was at stake here, though this pre-mission conversation was always a welcome change of pace.  Things were always so hectic in the Nexus, someone killing someone else, a war being fought, and chaos reigning supreme.  This was the reality of the situation for so many, and it was a little sad to think about...

	The AI snapped out of his thoughts as Grafdakka jumped from his transport, along with Endian and a host of smaller amalgamated drones.  To [i]Ride of the Valkyries[/i].  He opened up a line to the Warboss, thoroughly disappointed in the lack of originality.  [color=brown]"Is this truly necessary?"[/color]  He sighed audibly, the sound of a robotic breath filling the comms for a moment.  [color=brown]"At least it's a British orchestra.  The American ones are always too bombastic..."[/color]  He shook his head as his squad mates began to jump from the aircraft, leaving Marquis with a perfectly mobile perch to eliminate targets from.  He was to enter Point Hephaestus itself upon the successful infiltration by Bastion, the STLTH Units, Hibiki, and Shizuka, and then destroy the location if the metalworkers refuse to submit.  For the moment, he launched a clockwork owl to follow the group silently, providing Marquis with a view of exactly what was going on.  He moved to the edge of the bay doors before crouching and drawing Bindlebane, the gun lengthening and developing a powerful scope at his command as he readied himself for what he did best.  He peered down the scope with his singular, cyan eye, picking a few targets to take out.  The first was a heavily armored being in the Angelic lines, the second was the angel to his left.  As he squeezed the trigger for the first shot, the carrier hit an amount of turbulence and threw his aim off a little to the left, sending the projectile for the tank's shoulder rather than the forehead.  [color=brown]"Keep it steady up there, pilot!"[/color]  He resettled into his position and lined up the second shot, his back opening up and cooling off the main CPU to ready for the next attack.  With all the calculations made, wind and velocity accounted for, he took a shot at Tartys in an attempt to remove her from the battle.  There was little that could throw the shot off on his end at this point.

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