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At three hundred feet above the ground, the R2D2 unit roared into life, kicking back against the rapidly encroaching earth with a monumental shove of remote thrust sufficient to slow several tonnes of metal falling from orbit. Suffice to say, it performed its intended function of softening Grendel's fall.

When Louisa's head stopped spinning, and the ringing in her ears faded, she found herself standing in a billowing cloud of ash and cinders kicked up by her impact, that was rapidly dispersing in the downdraft of the airlift vessel. Tearing off the spent R2D2 unit and hurling it indiscriminately away from herself, she resolved to elect for a different method of transport next time.

The full visual spectrum of the battle revealed itself as visibility was restored, and looking down at her feet she beheld a small impact crater in a mass of scorched and hideously deformed bones and viscera. Well, there was certainly no mistaking [b][color=f26522]Pyra's[/color][/b] handiwork. She began to stride over to where the blue flashes of [color=8493ca][b]Teodora's[/b][/color] rifle fire indicated the position of her squad, before their voices crackled into life over the intercomm.

She grimaced as she listened to [color=ed1c24][b]Xuan-Yu's[/b][/color] directions, continuing to push forward through the rear lines of Japanese infantry and towards the front. Physically activating her comms with a little more force than she intended, she sharply replied:

[color=82ca9d]"Copy that, Lang, I wouldn't expect anything else from you --[/color] [i]she grunted as her boot caught on a tangled Warped ribcage[/i] [color=82ca9d]-- other than trash!"[/color]

The twitching, surging expanse of steadily advancing Warped opened up before her as she reached the frontline. Feeling her heart beat faster, she thrust her blade forward to extend it into a glaive, and with one heavy leap forward she planted herself firmly in the vanguard.