[center][h1][color=red] Christopher Francis[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=red]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕  / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟   / /  𝟙𝟟𝟜𝟝[/color][/center][hr]

It had appeared that Factory had been defeated. However three enemy subnaturals now revealed themselves at evac team, if the voices from the cuff fused with his leg was correct. All the while the serpent was still moving despite all the damage it had taking. The thought of three individuals with unknown powers had Chris worried over evac team. Whoever they were, these strangers had their own motives and intelligence apart from these damned monsters. He had to go assist as soon as possible, but this construct wasn't going to let him go after a blow like that. 

His priority was the serpent construct. Determined to defeat the construct, and knowing that time was critical, Chris abandoned any sense of patience or safe strategy. Instead, the dragon returned a fierce roar as he flew directly towards the serpent, head drawn down so that his horns were facing front. He intended to dive straight in and strike the head of the metal snake directly with hope that he'd be successful with little injury.