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

With the grace of a dancer and the brutality of Ira, the armor proved itself better at following Suparna's direction then the dragon was. 

[color=orangered]"Well that escalated quickly."[/color] Suparna spat as she picked up her slackened jaw and affixed the armor with a serious gaze. It was fast, strong, and rather obviously heavilly armored with just a glance, but as Suparna drew in the smells around her, she found it odd that past the ionized air and driven snow, there was a lack of scent from within the armor. The grill upon the helm suggested it wasn't an enclosed environment like something a Machina soldier would produce, and if she were to further hazard to guess, this wasn't the product of advanced technology either. 

[color=orangered]"Just our luck. Even the armor in Valhalla wants in on the fighting."[/color] Seeing Diana rally from the attack and rebuke the armor with a stream of plasma, the Queen of Carrion surged into action as well atop a wave of fast moving maggots. [color=orangered]"Diana, keep it pinned. I'm going to try and get inside and stuff it into bursting!"[/color] 

Riding parallel to the plasma she charged the swarm forward, intent to crash upon the armor and drag it her excess mass before it had a chance to do any harm to Diana with further dueling. If her hunch was correct she didn't expect a meal to be waiting inside there, but she'd like to see the thing move when it was buried inside and out.