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[center][h1][color=red]Christopher Francis[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=silver][hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟  / /  ~𝟙𝟟25 [hr][/color][/center]

Once Chris decided when it was time to initiate the assault, he lifted his wings up and darted into the air. As he rose above the village his first order of business, going by his strategy, was to find that snake construct. Sure enough, it remained conveniently above Factory itself. Though most of his instincts were dampened, he had an in-explainable urge to let out a battle cry; The desire to let out a primeval roar to intimidate his foes, if these machines could even understand fear. He fought against the idea of it as he was already fairly visible being in the air. It wasn't his role to draw attention to factory's army, that was the role of his comrades on the ground. Perhaps once he was deep in combat he'd allow himself to become lost in the thrill of it all. Better to be passionate in battle then to feel that presence of danger he felt prior to transforming on the battlefield. 

Chris studied the battlefield as he drew closer to factory and its guardian serpent. He wasn't sure what sort of weaponry he would be up against, he hoped at least that Callan and Sander followed his pace.  Though he wasn't completely sure of when to charge, he didn't feel like waiting too long as the burden of providing the opening attack gnawed a bit on his anxiety.