[color=634680][h3][b][u]Gregorovic, [i]The Faceless One[/i]                    [/u]
[sup][i]KC-00032: Factory Floor[/i][/sup][/b][/h3][/color]
As if on cue, just as Eos nuked every single Machina turncoat, a haunting laughter filled the main floor of the factory, echoing throughout the plant.  Along with it came Gregorovic, having blinked deep into the battlefield from the outside.  Almost casually, he scooped up one of the dead workers and stuffed the body into his mouth, swallowing it whole and he looked around for some level of mischief to cause.  The boot of the man disappeared into the throat of the Faceless One as he caught sight of a window overlooking the floor, and through it the High Queen herself.  He swallowed hard and grinned devilishly, drawing his glaives as a golden sheen ran over his eye-slits.  [color=634680]"So the High Queen came to say hi.  Was I really that missed, Eos?"[/color]  The weapons unfolded and started to spin like they normally do, a sound not unlike a fan coming from them as he wound up his right arm with dramatic flair.  He then flung the glaive at the window.

It simply bounced off the glass and clattered to the floor before snapping back to his hand, a light laugh coming from him.  The left one was then thrown into a box of circuit breakers on the northern wall, in which it embedded itself.  The lights were swiftly killed in that specific area, leaving Greg to randomize his position while he waited for a victim.

[center][@KoL][/center][hr][hr][color=CAC100][h3][b][u]Torag, [i]Harbinger of Light[/i]                    [/u]
[sup][i]KC-00032: Angelic Fortress[/i][/sup][/b][/h3][/color]
Behind Ciel came the trademark sound of clinking armor, signalling the advance of Torag Draken.  [color=CAC100]"Beautiful, aren't they?  The Harpies, they could leave and head back to wherever they came from at a moment's notice and forget the war, but they stay."[/color]  He stood in silence for a moment with two greatswords on his back, one appearing silver and the other gold.  Then he continued, drawing both weapons.  [color=CAC100]"I shall see you in the fray I hope, Demons and Machina cannot be given the advantage in this war no matter what."[/color]  He unceremoniously stepped off of the wall and fell to the field, creating a small crater where he landed.  As he started his advance towards the factory, the gate to Celestia opened up behind him as healers, Valkyries, and whatever other legion came forth in his wake.

As everything caught up to him, the wraith started a run for the building, tips of Ragnell and Alondite pointed down at the ground and occasionally scraping it as he went.  Anyone that had seen him in action previously would instantly know that an undead Paladin running at a factory meant shit was about to hit the fan.