Torag Draken
Torag turned around once again as Diana spoke, making note of everything she said with the occasional nod to reaffirm her that he was listening. Based on her account, this was going to be much more serious than he had initially planned for, and he turned himself towards the general direction of Iona's office as she finished relaying the information. "You mean Alt Signia? I'll be sure to tell her myself. If things are as bad as you say, we need to mobilize quickly." He started off at a fast walk, his armor clinking loudly with each step. He paused, however, when the dragon behind him thanked him for the small deed he had performed. He paused mid step and cracked a smile with what muscle he had left in his face. "It's no big deal, Diana... though you're welcome. And yes." With that, he resumed his brisk pace to the office of Iona, picking it up to a jog. The sight of Torag running was a rare one, and was usually enough to set anyone that knew his reputation on edge.
Roughly seven minutes later, the wight pushed open Iona's door, rudely interrupting whatever activity she was up to at the moment. An air of urgency surrounded him, making it more than clear he had more than a good enough reason for the intrusion. "I apologize for the interruption, Lady Iona, but we're in dire need of defenses at Alt Signia. Hell is launching a full frontal assault on there to neutralize the victory at Ruthria, and they have a fallen with them. I suspect it may be the heretic Miyu, though I am not sure. We need everything at our disposal, here." He waited for a response, biting what was left of his tongue in the hopes for a swift call to action from her.
Marquis
Marquis nodded as Titania introduced herself, a satisfactory response given the circumstances. When she wanted to know exactly why he was there, he was all too eager to explain. "Well, I've been ordered to assassinate a demon out near the next battlefield, and I require as-" He locked up as he received a transmission from High Queen Eos, requesting that he prepare for the battle and disregard the previous task. Moments later, the information processes, he spun on his heel and made his way for the facilities exit, calling for the soldier to follow him. "Gather your weapons, we're to report to the front lines. Point 10236: Hephaestus. Transports are waiting for us." He broke into a sprint once he was outside, a hand on his bowler hat to assure that the wind did not claim it. His destination was, obviously, the airdocks.
He arrived just in time to hear the end of Hibiki's speech, his eye lighting up in a pseudo-smile. "Well said, Commander Hibiki. Now, we have a war to win, and this location is completely useless to us. Once we have all the supplies we can evacuate, I'll make sure to blow it sky-high. Preferably with as many demons as we can pack in there still in the forge looking for me." He tipped his hat to the pair of commanders and took his explosive, tucking it into his coat for safe keeping and future use. With that he stepped onto the transport, presumably with the others participating in the battle, and left for their target. With any luck, the infiltration team would never need to fire a shot to secure the facility. Even better, the smiths there could be enslaved to serve the Machina, fabricating top-of-the-line armor and weaponry for their armies and mechs.