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[color=silver][hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /  ~𝟙𝟟𝟚𝟝
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Seeing the mechanical bird crash down to the earth and prevent it from flying off towards Christopher brought some confidence back into the screaming Aberration. Even if it was only a small deed, Angel felt relieved to know she could be at least of some use to her team, despite having told herself countless times how useless she would be in that fight. Spotting Ethan's two-fingered salute, Angel returned the greeting with a raised fist and half a smile.

Her grin turned into a frown however as her eyes caught the horror lurking from above Factory. The avians they were meant to deal with had left the area to rush towards the black-scaled Dragon that was Chris in his transformed state. Angelique would've tried to bring some more down, but they were already out of reach as she realized the appearance of the Dragon within the area. The Striker team was charging into the fray already so soon? Not even half of the clockworks had been taken care of, even less were actually focusing on the offensive support team.

And then, shit happened real fast. The mechanical snake Angel had been wondering about shot a laser beam towards the helicopter carrying her Striker classmates, tearing it apart and sending it crashing somewhere behind Factory. The sound of the impact was clear, but there was no explosion. At this  sight, the jet-black haired young woman clasped a hand to her mouth, quivering slightly in shock at what just happened. Were they dead, or heavily injured? If the Strike Team had been taken out this early, then this mission was already doomed to fail.

But Angel clung on to hope. She'd seen firsthand the outstanding resilience of her two classmates before. Could it be possible for Sander and Callan to have survived that crash with their superhuman endurance? There was only one way to find out. Angel shifted her shotgun from one hand to another, leaving her now-free left hand to detach her radio phone from her belt and turned it on.

[color=9e0039]"Striker Team... are you there?"[/color] Angel's voice was leaking of concern, seemingly on the edge. 

[color=9e0039]"I repeat... Callan, Sander, are you two alrig-... Ah shit!"[/color] the sonic Mage repeated, only to be interrupted as she took notice of the ten clockwork hounds charging her team.

Releasing the push-to-talk button, the fallen rockstar however kept her grip on the phone as she desperately held on to hope of hearing back from her classmates. As the dogs approached, a familiar feeling began creeping up to the surface of her mind; an emotion she had repressed throughout her life but had begun to let out quite often ever since she took the path of a Destroyer. It was hate and rage, pounding at the back of her mind and screaming for release.

If that asshole Factory dared to even kill, even injure one of her friends, then Angelique will make damn sure he gets what he sowed, even if it meant walking up to him and scream the metal frames encasing its body. The voices inside her head were starting to grow louder; the images of her dead friends seemed to become only clearer.

Already, the musician Aberration took a few steps forward towards the battlefield. She wouldn't advance to get in the other's way, but rather move a bit further from the group again to position herself and leave plenty of clear space in front and around of herself. If Emma's Devotion was indeed able to slow the mechanical hounds, then Angel would make sure those metal beasts never reach her allies and knock them back at a safe distance.

The screaming Mage let out a piercing and forceful long-lasting shriek. From the swaying grass, the dust and debris it kicked out in its path and even the echoing voice that was hinted with hatred, it was clear this shout was less controlled than the initial one Angel had let out. However, from her positioning and her relatively still stable mind, the path of the sonic wave was meant to hit only most of the artificial dogs, her teammates left unscathed from this attack unless one decided to move in during the few seconds of screaming Angel had indulged herself into.

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Scream used this round: Force + Debilitating effects.
Shouting Limit: 2/24
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