[h2]Maceroy Falthon[/h2]
...hm. A fellow scientist, then. Well, [i]a[/i] scientist; it'd be a much more pleasant day in Hell when he'd choose to work with the skeletal demon willingly. On the battlefield. He did suppose learning more about the skeleton's plant control might be interesting, and it was only a shame about who it was attached to... he'd think more on it later. For now, he simply beat his wings again and left, flying skyward as he headed out.

Not so much time later, he arrived at the site of battle, a place as dead as could be expected. Naught but lifeless trees and a few graves visible in the distance, at least from where he'd believed the Machina's forces were gathering. He did have better things to do than wait around, naturally, so he swooped from above in to hear any speeches being made- if any were being made- then simply flew up again, drifting on the one pair of wings with his shock lance in hand perhaps two hundred, two hundred fifty meters over the battlefield, in search of anything resembling a foe beneath him. It was funny, really, how much more effective four wings were than two - not only were there the obvious benefits of faster flight when desired, but if he so chose, he could also simply use one set of wings at a time, switching whenever the current pair tired, and so conversing a lot of stamina. That, and in his case, he always had at least something resembling a shield if he was fired upon from down below.