[b]Tatiana Lorenz[/b]

Had she been in a better state of mind Tatiana would have had quite a few choice words for the decision that Iona reached, and the logic that was used to get there. But at the moment she was still dosed up on a hallucinogenic drug concocted by a demon that turned you into a paranoid berserker, so she wasn't exactly in the mood to have a casual conversation. To say nothing of having an enlightening philosophical debate that would actually result in learning something. 

Instead she thrashed and yelled in her bonds, ignoring Shizuka as an agent of he enemy who was trying to trick her. It wasn't like she actually managed to hit anything regardless, given that Iona had mobilized her in such a way where she couldn't actually use her weapons without somehow managing to break free, and that wasn't going to be happening any time soon. But the gas wasn't going to wear off soon either as a result of the demonic taint to it, so she'd be like this if the angel didn't feel like doing something. 

Left in her addled state, wild eyes flew about the room as she noticed some of the beings there vanish, apparently not seeing her as a threat. Her weapons weren't doing anything, and she couldn't marshal the will to employ her psionics as she might like. SHe was trapped and doomed, the only question was whether she would become some husk for a demon, or if she would be tortured by he angels in the guise of purification. Neither option was exactly appealing. 

With the ineffectiveness of her weapons she could only wonder. Had they already won, were they infiltrating her systems even now, preparing to take control? It would explain why they had not acted, why they had not killed her yet. They just planned to convert her and be done with it.

Her scowl was made all the more potent as she glared at Iona with murder in her eyes. Fine, if that was how they wanted to play this then she would play along with them. She'd be damned if she let them take her alive. Besides, what did she have to lose by doing so? The worst they could do was what they already planned to do to her.

So she worked, thrashing and continuing to put on the show as she deactivated her alert systems and set the reactor that ran her armor to overload in as rapid a fashion as possible. The heat would burn her back as it got close, but she didn't ind the pain. She also disabled the healing nanites that coursed through her veins and prepared the backup plan, should the unholy alliance have penetrated far enough to prevent that. One way or another, she would not let them do what they wanted. 

"So what'd you have to sell to set up this fucking unholy alliance," she spat in an attempt to bluff for time. "Never thought the angels would stoop to teaming up with demons. you must be fucking terrified of the Machina, huh. Good. Cause you're gonna get what's coming to you soon enough, I promise that." 

Yeah, she wasn't doing great. Fortunately death could fix that, if she managed to get there. 

[@Banana][@KoL][@Ryonara]
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[b]Tartys[/b]

While Tartys was relatively out of it, the fact that there weren't many down here on this level meant that she was fairly well off. There were only a few demons left with Omega managing to dispatch Sliske, and the Machina were still tied up with Iona, barring one. She shook her head, trying to work out the weariness and the pain that flared through her as she moved with her spear towards one of the nearby elevators. She had just barely missed the last one, so she would have to wait for them to get back. That much she could do. 

Meanwhile, Nyx was doing fairly well, somehow not surprised to find one of the other Amazons who remained with them defeating the Nun before she had the chance to. "I suppose I will need to be more aware of the competition next time," she noted aloud as she moved to join her fellow comrade in fighting the good fight against the enemies that remained here. It was something they got to enjoy for a few minutes longer before suddenly finding themselves in another room courtesy of the one who ran this place. 

They found themselves in a large room with a portal, and Tartys looked around warily for a moment. Hohenheim had said something about a final opponent, so it would be best to be prepared for it. With the brief peace she concentrated and drew on her magic, hands glowing as her wounds began to heal themselves. It itched something fierce, but that was nothing compared to the pain that she had been feeling before. 

"Be alert," Nyx said to Zyata as she moved to take up a protective position in front of her healing companion. Someone had to do it, and she would do so while waiting for their final opponent to appear. One could only hope that it was one worthy of fighting the Amazons. 

[@KoL][@Mega Birb][@Lucius Cypher][@The 42nd Gecko]