[color=634680][h3][b][u]Gregorovic, [i]The Faceless One[/i]                    [/u]
[sup][i]KC-00032: Factory Floor[/i][/sup][/b][/h3][/color]
[color=634680]"Pfft, really?  A theme song?  What's that gonna do for a mach-"[/color]  Gregorovic's quip was interrupted by a bullet whizzing past his lack of a face, causing a miracle of his silence for a moment.  He cleared his throat before starting a rapid series of teleports, which culminated in a trick knife getting thrown and bouncing into three of the bots, effectively disabling them despite the morale boost.  [color=634680]"Let the games begin!  Who can take down the jester!?"[/color]  Almost like it was part of his punctuation, another bot fell as a spinning glaive ripped through the metal, leaving two to shoot at him as he kept blinking and throwing insults.  All the while he made sure Eos could hear him in a simple attempt to throw off her beat.

Between beats three and four of whatever measure she happened to be on, a glaive hit her window again.  Greg also took a bullet in the side for this gag.  [color=634680]"Ow!  Those hurt y'know!"[/color]  The magical jumping continued through the chamber, making himself a hard target for now.

[center][@KoL][/center][hr][hr][color=CAC100][h3][b][u]Torag, [i]Harbinger of Light[/i]                    [/u]
[sup][i]KC-00032: Angelic Front[/i][/sup][/b][/h3][/color]
At the head of the pack, Torag personally ignored the orders to cease his charge from what looked like an angry, metal cloud.  Whatever it was, it was clearly swarming and using itself as a projectile, so he had literally no way to take it down.  One pauldron was struck by the nanites, which kind of exploded and a few skittered around on his armor before falling off.  A couple more of these bullets hit before a similar effect took place, one managing to worm its way underneath the heavy plates.  However, there was another threat making its way to the front lines, one of massive proportions that Torag had heard stories off.

The Warboss Grafdakka, a sentient machine that existed only to fight and fight well.  And it was coming straight for him, a drill humming with the energy required to rip apart space spinning.  Very few sets of armor would be able to contend with such a weapon, though the Harbinger of Light thought his up to the task, nothing had managed to pierce it yet for as long as he had owned it.  With a fire unseen in much of Heaven, he raised the silver sword, Alondite, high into the air as the drill came closer, and diverted Ragnell to the side.  He lowered his right shoulder and intended to take the drill with that pauldron, all the while leaping at and cleaving downwards into where the arm connected to the drill would be moments in the future with the left sword.

[center][@Flamelord][@Lucius Cypher][/center]