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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

She cackled her sadistic glee past lips wet with saliva, dripping onto her chest plate as her consciousness swelled with the rapidly growing ranks of maggots feasting upon the marauder laid low before them. The satisfaction was both intimate and distant, sated and ravenous at the same time, but momentarily content to just revel in its suffering as it was forced to acknowledge her with clear intent in its next stroke. 

[color=orangered]"Come on then. I've already brought you to your knees, so start crawling to look me in the eye before I stab it!"[/color] She bellowed in abject disregard for the axes falling towards her. It would have been better were it a bare fist which she could latch onto and devour after her vessel ruptured, but at least the force behind the axes would do a decent job of scattering her innards about. Maybe they'd land on its wrists, or be able to join the mass swelling inside its wounded leg. 

At least, that had been her plan till Diana intervened. Metal shattered and a warmth fall over her shoulders that pulled her from the rising tide of blood lust to stare squarely at Diana's back. It was no doubt a heroic visage, though the Queen of Carrion couldn't help but blurt out; [color=orangered]"You must have spent a lot of time in front of the mirror practicing this."[/color]

Though she very much doubted Diana could hear over the sound of her own aura flash melting the snow around them and the wave of dragon-shaped energy launched in tandem with her own heroic charge to destroy the pachyderm with overwhelming firepower. And as the fire rapidly approached, Suparna gulped in alarm as the distant colony cried out in mortal peril. [color=orangered]"LEAVE ME A LEG AT LEAST!"[/color]

Because Suparna would really like to get her arm back.