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[color=a187be][center][h3]~Silana Delacroix~[/h3][/center][/color]

[@KoL] - Agrees with Victoire's plan
[@Lucius Cypher] - Gives Fran the cold shoulder for fraternizing with the enemy.

Honestly? Silana was a little upset. She knew of Fran's extra curricular activities with Suparna, at least a little. What she didn't realize though, was just how...maggoty the queen of carrion was. She watched with mild disinterest as Suparna seemed to make an attempt to 'claim' Fran as her own. Not that she particularly cared about the company Fran kept usually, but there was a really huge burning desire, to crush this vermin under her boot.

But such a thing would be a detriment to their current objective, and it seemed as though Suparna was leaving regardless. She shot a cool, quick, glance to Fran glaring slightly at the succubus making her own displeasure known. Her and Fran, would need to have a talk about that maggot.

As long as Fran decided to fraternize with her, they were done. But that would be discussed later.

[color=a187be]"Hasty..."[/color] She simply replied as she watched Suparna leave, quickly turning to Victoire and ignoring Fran. [color=a187be]"Alive?...hmm. Doable."[/color] She said to the vampire. [color=a187be]"I will refrain from using any heavily corrosive spells. Fear and debilitation are my specialties after all."[/color] Taking a hit should be doable as well, as long as it was a purely physical attack. Of course, she didn't mention this, since she would likely end up letting Fran get roughed up just a little. She was a jealous little thing sometimes after all, and she had to make her displeasure quite obvious.

[color=a187be]"Hmm...suppose I may be losing this flesh for a little bit...heh."[/color] She smiled faintly, obviously excited at the prospect of making some mortals tremble in their boots at her true form. [color=a187be]"Do take the lead, Succubus."[/color]


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[center][color=fff79a][h3]Gwynn Maoilriain[/h3][/color][/center]

[@Lonewolf685] - Speaking to Regia, agrees to defend against demons.
[@Ryonara] - present in the Cargo Hold.

Something seemed to be happening. The humans and Machina were fortifying this position heavily, from the looks of things. Nothing surprising, as this was still an ongoing battle. Demons? Or her angelic brethren coming to assault? She dearly hopped it was the latter but seeing as how things had turned out, she could only assume it was the demons. Pitiful really, that these humans thought they could stop the demonic hordes without them.

Perhaps she could escape with the treasure during the confusion. Not exactly the most honorable thing to do, but retrieving that was their objective. Besides, the safest thing to do with it would be to make sure it was taken [i]far[/i] away from here. Not be in plain sight. Well...the machina had confidence she gave them that. It was a welcome confidence as well. Something Gwynn could find admirable.

Honestly now though, she was tired. Her body ached and her good arm was crippled. Any further fighting on her part would be...well, suicide. So, she let herself be held by her captors...at least, until they were apparently dismissed.

[i][color=aqua]Valkyrie, you have surrendered under the pretense we treat you as a warrior and worthy of the respect of your rank. Demons will be upon this position momentarily, and if we fail here then I will not be able to uphold this agreement nor protect my Queen's Treasure. In this instance it is prudent I arm and return you to the battlefield to perform your duty. Eliminate the Demons, and the Machina will not soon forget the honor of the Valkyrie Gwynn.[/color] [/i]

...hah...rest was for the dead, wasn't it?

As she was released from her captors, she seemed momentarily unsteady on her feet. With the brief lull in fighting, the adrenaline rush had been wearing off, and well, she ached all over from the obvious wounds. Still, she managed to stand as tall and proud despite the wounds as she looked at Regia, giving her a rather pointed, though weary look.

[color=fff79a]"I will help, if only because the objective falling into the hands of humans is preferable to it being corrupted by demonic filth."[/color] She replied, looking down at her right arm as she tred and failed to find some feeling back into it, wincing slightly in the process. [color=fff79a]"Though...my condition is not the best. I am unsure how effective I will be in this battle."[/color] She sighed, shaking her head and turned her gaze to her shield arm. She wouldn't be able to effectively use her equipment at this rate, and she'd have to get rid of her shield if she wanted to fight these demons effectively...so she did.

The round shield fell to the ground with a clatter as she picked up her sword with her left hand, moving to take a position near the front of the defenses. She may not be in the best of conditions, but she wasn't about to stay behind like a coward.

[color=fff79a]"My shield protects very well from demonic corruption and spells...if any of you have need of it, feel free to use it. I am currently unable too."[/color] With that said, she lowered the faceplate on her helm, concealing her face and covering all of her body save for a small opening near the chest, in holy armor. Any sort of demonic trickery that they attempted to do through contact, would be more than a little difficult to accomplish.

[color=fff79a]"Likewise, if any human gets injured, I can heal them...somewhat, and if any corruption spreads stay near. I can combat its effects well enough to keep your men fighting."[/color]

With that said, she took a position obviously near the front where she could clearly be seen by the demons. Chances were, she'd be the first thing any demons saw...so she stood, stalwart at the front line, an aura of calm healing radiating from the Valkyrie. It was mostly for her own benefit, as she was more than a little wounded. Would it help? Well, if she could return the feeling into her right arm it could, but for now it hung more or less limply at her side, unable to be moved without severe pain.