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[h3][color=firebrick]Warboss Grafdakka Destroya[/color][/h3][/center]

A bright explosion engulfed Grafdakka, more powerful than the last. The steel titan could not feel pain, but even he knew this explosion had damaged him, though not so critically that he was concerned. His enemy had flown into the air to counter the attacks of the angel, giving Grafdakka some time to prepare. The Elicitor was now completely underground, going deeper and deeper until it reached a depth deep enough that none could follow them easily. Grafdakka repositioned himself near the stern of the Elicitor in preparation of what he had in mind, anticipating the approach of more enemies should they arrive. And sure enough, they came as fast as lightning.

Grafdakka had only seconds, if even that, to prepare. But from what little he knew of his opponent, he knew that he was an angel who used lightning to strike fast and strike hard. Indeed, there was no chance for Grafdakka, as fast as he was, to keep up with that sort of extreme speed. So he needed to anticipate the attacks. When the lightning came in, Grafdakka countered the only way he knew how: By sawing it. His saw, made of a holy metal savaged from angel blades, would absorb the holy bolt as it rushed right towards him. Before the angel might have been able to direct lightning wherever he pleased, but this time Grafdakka was prepared, using his saw as a lightning rod to absorb his power into the spinning blade. But Grafdakka knew he couldn't contain such power for long; he didn't hurry he was liable to lose this limb. So there was only one thing he could do: Release the energy. But if he had to, he'd do it on his terms.

At the stern of the ship, Grafdakka jumped off. He fell, hundreds of feet towards the ground in less than three seconds. And upon impact, he smashed his saw into the ground, allowing the holy lightning and all that was in it to spread through the dirt beneath him. But that wasn't the only thing he did. After he jumped Grafdakka had fired all his bunker buster rockets into the top of the tunnel, collapsing tons of dirt behind the Elicitor as it continued forward. It would have to leave Grafdakka behind, tons of dirt seperating him from the fortress, but that was fine. At this point, Grafdakka would make the final stand against the angels and demonic hordes dropping into the tunnel.

A massive explosion destroyed his left arm, his saw, and nearly caused Grafdakka to stumble onto his back. He maintained his balanced but the damage was done. His only weapons left was his body, legs, and twin-link Gatling. Grafdakka wasn't expecting to survive this. But that was fine with him. He'll die fighting.

[color=firebrick]"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH."[/COLOR]

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[h3][color=goldenrod]Francisca Labrys Seax Luxuria[/color][/h3][/center]

Fran was having a bit of a rough time. Between the angel's striking her down everything she got a good height, to the fortress's own weapons forcing her to retreat, Fran wasn't making much progress. [color=goldenrod]"Oh poof! These people make it so hard!"[/color] And if those weren't bad enough, the entire thing started digging underground. Underground! How was it even doing this? Fran didn't know, but it wasn't long before she'd end up getting caught in Victoire's own poison smog, so Fran would have to give up her attempts to reach the bridge and sneak inside. Which was easier said then done of course. Though Fran found an entrance she could break down, nothing but steel walls between her and wherever she needed to go. Some walls were thin enough that with a few chops she could get through, but others didn't fall even after twenty. [color=goldenrod]"Damn. Either I'm getting weak, or these are some tough walls..."[/color]

Fran tried to look for other paths, though stealth wasn't really her forte. She thought maybe she could follow the trail of corpses to her destination, but along the way she found nothing but heavily fortified positions of Machinas. One or two she could handle, maybe even five if she got the drop on them like she did the angels, but these guys were ready down. She'd need overwhelming force or a distraction.

As Fran was debating a plan, some blood pooled near by her. Fran didn't remember killing anyone yet, though she supposed it wouldn't be that much of a surprise to see some of these corpses get a bit leaky. But no, this wasn't just a mundane occurrence: a voice spoke out through the puddle, which revealed itself to actually be a portal. And from that portal was the voice of none other than the Blood Countess, Victoire Bordeaux. [color=goldenrod]"My mistress! What an honor for us to meet like this!"[/color] Fran gave the portal a curtsy, though it was lost as the countess simply ordered Fran to group up with them. A small squeal of delight emerged from Fran's mouth, happy that she wouldn't have to try and sneak or fight her way passed all these Machinas. Surely she'd find an attractive human among the defenders and become distracted if she had to do things the hard way, and well... Fran loved getting her jollies off, but work was work.

Diving through the portal, Fran arrived at Victorie's location. And to her surprise and pleasure, Suparna and Sil were here too. [color=goldenrod]"My lovely lolitas! Oh this will be exciting! The great Blood Countess, the Withering Queen, Queen of Carrion, and of course the Whore Princess of the Uterine Sea, ready to show these soulless abominations the duality of pain and pleasure!"[/color] Fran exclaimed in a chipper tone. Fran wasn't normally a team player, but with people like this, they surely couldn't fail.