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

Things were chaos. Utter chaos. The Elicitor was in a state of both underground and surfaced at the same time, or at least that's how Graf perceived it. Honestly, it was hard to tell with all these blows he's been suffering. He took a moment away from the fighting to do a damage analysis on himself: scorched hull, effective destroyed jet pack, on fire, out of ammo for his rockets, and his Gatling guns were starting to melt from the heat. If he had some support he could easily have gotten to fight for much longer. But unfortunately, Grafdakka was the lone defender of the Elicitor now. Well, on it's hull anyways. Most have moved inside to defend against the demonic invaders, and Grafdakka would have relished the chance to do the same. However there were only so many places he could be, and time was of the essence.

It was time for Grafdakka's final show.

Endian had given Grafdakka command of some of the remaining artillery batteries on the Elicitor, but those alone wouldn't be enough to stop the enemy. Weaken them, perhaps, but something... Bigger was going to have to happen. One missile won't be enough. A hundred misses might not be enough. But Grafdakka alone could handle it. 

[color=firebrick]"LOAD THE THRONE."[/COLOR]

The throne was a special missile. The Throne lacked a warhead, and it had only one purpose: Catapulting Grafdakka towards the enemy. It was huge, and had enough thrust to send him miles away. It was fast too, allowing him to dodge even the swiftest attacks. It only had one job, and that was to delivery Grafdakka to his enemies. From there he would be their final package. Taking a seat upon his mechanical throne Grafdakka was merged into it; there was no getting out of this now. Once he was shot out there would only be glory or death. He gave some final orders to whomever were manning the armaments: once Grafdakka had left and they had reached a safe level, collapse the tunnel behind them. Use everything they had. Soon the rocket's flared as Grafdakka was launched out of the Elicitor, through the tunnels, and into the skies. As he flew out, lights shined from Grafdakka's eyes and holes in his hull.

[color=firebrick]"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"[/color]

[@LokiLeo789][@Legion02]

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

Fran was sadden and surprised. She loved Suparna, but to think that she would leave just on the climax of their battle... It was unfortunate indeed. But her loving kiss was not only pleasant but helpful. Suparna's maggots would surely be useful if this mission turned out badly, which it may without Suparna's support. Now this only left Sil, Victoire, and whoever else were still within the Elicitor. Their odds were still good, and Fran wouldn't lose hope just yet. They just needed to kill everyone, capture some prisoners, and get out of here. And the machinas were already doing the last part, so the demons just needed to do the first two. Easy.

But now it was time to go. The final confrontation awaits, and Fran imagined that there will be many surprises in store for her. Plus watching Victoire play around with the officer made Fran visibly aroused, her blade ready to pierce the enemy. [color=goldenrod]"Oh Blood Countess, you know how to please a girl..."[/color] Fran was eager to simply enjoy the primordial vampire right now, but Fran had to hold it. She had to keep her pleasure in place for now, and wait until a more appropriate time to indulge herself. So in the mean time Fran walked over to Sil, pressing her body against the smaller girl with a hug. [color=goldenrod]"I will achieve victory for us, my sweet Lolita. And if not... Then I shall suffer whatever punishment you desire."[/color] With a farewell kiss Fran flourished her axe and went on her way. Victoire's shadow wolves followed her, and they would be the first to die should anything come out to fight Fran.

The girl started to hum. That hum became a tune. And those turns turned into lyrics. [color=goldenrod]"Wanna join me, come and play~"[/color] 

[@Rune_Alchemist][@KoL]