The Harpy watched helplessly as the knight flashed through the air, essentially slamming into the demon and brute-forcing her into submission. The attack, however, wasn't without cost, as Alexi had basically killed herself with that action in quite the brutal fashion, though it did do some significant damage to Ira. Too much for it to be a fight Syphax would be willing to walk into, though she still had enough left in her for some reflection, at least.
Once the Knight of Winter was stabbed through the heart and left to die, the slowed space he had been gliding through was lifted, and he completed his landing with all the grace one would expect of sudden acceleration. Not that it wasn't a proper landing, just that it was sloppier than he would've liked for first impressions. His talons had made contact first and he skidded to a halt, a set of lines indistinguishable from the surrounding destruction forming in his wake. With his entrance made, Syphax looked over his shoulder at Ira, sharp eyes taking in her figure. It wasn't hard to tell she was seriously injured from that attack, one arm was hanging free and appeared useless, and her legs were shaking subtly. Her face, however, gave no sign of intimidation. He turned around fully before drawing his greatsword and giving it a spin in his left hand.
"I will say, that was impressive. I'm more surprised your sword didn't break under that pressure. Though it is a weapon of legend, I'm assuming."Rather than cut down the Queen of Hell in her weakened state and take an easy victory, the Harpy paced back several feet and stabbed his sword into the ground. From there, he drew his dagger and leaned on the embedded blade, proceeding to twirl the smaller weapon between his fingers while looking up at Ira. Without a cue, his stone-cold expression broke slightly as the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Tell me, what brings a faction leader to a floating battlefield? This area has little strategic value aside from housing my people." Without breaking eye contact, the warrior flicked his knife into the air and caught it again, holding it casually in his left hand by now. On the outside, he looked vulnerable, but anyone that had ever heard stories of Harpy breeding patterns would know to be wary of the singular male birthed in each generation.
Following a long series of hops and jumps to the front lines of the battle, in which every faction seemed to be laying all they had on one giant black mass of an enemy, Marquis finally found something equivalent to a blind to shoot from. Heavy leafage and bushes by the edge of this island made it probably the best spot to shoot from, so he decided to make use of it. The bot crouched down and got into cover before looking out at the field with his rifle, picking out some prominent targets.
His first target appeared to be an Angel with red hair and something akin to a cigarette in his mouth. Running some calculations, He started to line up a shot to get his attention, and hopefully draw out whatever he was conversing with. With a moment of total stillness to Marquis, he squeezed the trigger on Bindlebane, and a single engraved bullet flew out at standard sniper rifle speed and raced towards the target. On Zak's end, he would probably see the bullet rush past his face and he would surely find the end of his joint suddenly alight.
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