[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

The two strikes forward arrived before the Flower made his move. The sister came out and quickly clashed with the attacking creature. No words, only actions. The twins made their move, crossing each other as they gave the unit their wrath.

A moment of silence, Flos maintained eye contact with the unit, expecting another counter or even a slither of movement.

Nothing.

The unit had parted into two, it was done, and all Flos could do is observe. He flew to the broken walls and saw the field, the field now losing more and more soldiers.

He looked on before looking at the sisters in his hand, before at the corner of his sight he observed a...gathering? Machines mainly, and...

That face, the mangled face and body parts...it was familiar, not right. Flos kept a careful eye, but needed to go closer. He flew, took a different position, but would need to stay discreet.

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