Demon Rust IC Thread

Boring. Boring, Boring. With her bigger sister being a Spielverderber the younger woman was now forced to listen and listen and listen. So much listening. Just why? The bottom line of everything was, in the end, just to kill things, no? Easy and simple. Why did that old-war relic have to talk so much?

Giving out a big yawn and nearly falling asleep the 'briefing' was, sadly later than sooner, over. Really, any longer and the blonde might have started to slaughter the wrong targets. All agitation was taken away however upon hearing the soothing voice of the elder twin quickly after.

Apparently, they finally got their suits! Moving around in uncomfortable clothes could get quite annoying so this was a nice exchange. At the very least they were supposed to feel like 'second skin.' They had to be naked in it, after all. Together with Inghild...

By the time Erika stopped spacing out, with a slight blood-trail running down her nose, Inghild was already gone. Just how long had she been standing here?! Should she just go to their machine and dress inside it? No, if big sis saw her without being changed she'd probably get an earful.

Instead, with the sudden surge in activity around the base, everybody seemed to mind their own business and finding a vacant spot behind some machinery without any soul was easy to find. Changing more-or-less right on the spot things were going well until Erika heard a low-key whistling. In the middle of changing. A mechanic of sorts? He clearly didn't mind at all making his intentions clear of just watching Erika in the middle of changing. Erika didn't really respond. No blush. No 'eek!'. No 'Pervert!'. Not even a deathly glare.

The mechanic taking this as his consent to just keep going had a big fat grin on his face as the finally changed Erika moved closer to him, her face betraying no emotion. "Nani-?!" Was all he mustered as Erika's palm silenced his mouth, single-handedly suppressing his struggle with one arm alone.

"You fucking piece of shit." She started in a disgusting tone as her free hand gripped his arm. "How fucking dare you to watch me like that? Not even a single piece of remorse or shame?! I'll fucking kill you." Her eyes were maniacal as she started to twist his arm in an unhealthy fashion, pressing against his mouth harder to suppress any noise. Taking a look down the blonde wondered if an arm could move like that naturally? Probably not. Just a bit further until... .

"Heh..." A lovely grin appeared on Erika's face as she left the arm hanging and went for the teary-eyed man's throat. Not a twist, but a squeeze. "You can be as sorry as you want, I couldn't care less. You don't just shot someone and say 'Oh I'm sorry I killed you' either, do you? Same principle. And hey, removing a shit-stain like you from the world is actually a good thing, isn't it? That way you won't reproduce. Yup!" Her grin changed into an adorable smile as she could see his eyes slowly curling backward. In a second, Erika released her throttle as she looked at him with a serious face.

"If you do this again or report to anyone, Dear Herman, I will punish you. First, I'll kidnap you and then, one by one, will make you watch how everybody that you love and hold dear will suffer. Each and every single person will experience a death more slow and painful than the last. First, you will beg me for mercy. To spare you. To spare them. But as we get better and better along with each other, slowly, you will beg me to kill you instead. Will I give you that kind of mercy? Well, only one way to find out..." Finally releasing him she gave Helmut Herman, the stated name on the small metal plate on his uniform, a lovely, innocent smile. "Just kidding~ have a nice day big boy and remember what we talked about, aye?!" Before finally turning around and running off together with the clothes she had just changed out of!


By the time Erika arrived at the Eugen it was nearly fashionable late! But only nearly! Which meant she was still early enough. Throwing her clothes inside the crew module before following the blonde nearly sat on top of the piece of chocolate before it disappeared in her mouth. With that out of the way Erika now looked up at Inghild.

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"You look gorgeous!" Erika said in the most serious manner possible as blood was now pouring out of both her nostrils. "Schwester I looove you!" Now, finally, the Prinz Eugen was able to get out there and butcher some lower life forms!

"Gaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Or at the very least that was what Erika wished they could do. "Our machine is like, super fast with your awesome abilities and all, isn't it?! So why don't we just jump in and get done with it?! This is soooo boooorrrriiinnnngggg.... " Erika complained inside the cock-pit as she laid down supportive fire with the ranged dakka they had equipped. If not for Inghild, the blonde twin would have broken formation already long ago.

"'I want to keep you close, so you stay back and towards the inside of the formation.'-Just why?!" Erika repeated in a voice that was trying to fake their 'Commander'. Of course, the younger twin wasn't so stupid to keep communications open on her channel. Nonetheless, the woman was capable of getting rather noisy and who knew how Inghild's communication channel was looking?

"Eh?" Erika's mouth opened and closed multiple times as she tried to find the right words. Like a fish. A cute fish.

Nonetheless, nothing was spoken as Erika kept piloting in a sort of body-auto-pilot mode - it came naturally after all. But Inghild knew all too good was going on:

The supposed to be 'Spearhead' took it upon themselves to more-or-less stretch their order enough to kind-of break of and go Rambo. Just the way Erika wanted. Just. The. Way. That. Erika. Wanted. Just... that it wasn't Erika doing what she wanted. Instead it was someone else defying orders and potentially getting away with it. Not Erika. But somebody else. Arc. Jealously was clearly a toxic feeling.
 
Watching her tactical display as one of them ran off, the Major doesn't bother to rebuke them, it would be a waste of time and energy, and if she died here a very valuable object lesson. But the Formation as it was laid out was now broken, but such was the nature of battle. Watching as the old man charged ahead to carry out his orders, the hammer as it currently was, well it was a bit of a mistake, the line was originally spread out to turn while giving those two the shortest distance to travel..

Then there was the issue of the two twins.. That one would need to be broken.. Smiling a bit at a bit of affirmation, there was no point in telling the girl command units had the ability to listen in to other communications at a whim. You could block out other units, but never the command ones. As if they would let questionable people have a free run of Military Hardware, frankly that machine she made was worth more than either of the pilots..

"Kramer Sisters, a bit of a job for you. I want you to take the front with me. I'll keep wide and to the right, while you two can keep in to the left, we'll be taking a more direct route to the Elephant and his Rock Throwers.. Have our Dear stray continue her attack through the light woods, the mages can back her up, she'll just get to help with the 2nd's flank attack.. Also have the Infantry in those forward positions help you, your unit should be able to communicate with the squads." Pushing her throttles full forward for a jump, Yaona crosses an intact trench like, keeping her cluster rifle aimed down before stepping off and forward, Aiming back up, her Titan Knight keep's it's left hand free, gazing at her sensors.

"Well if she lives." Keeping her com off for that bit her attention switches to Marcel, calling up his unit. "Change in plans, fall in behind us. If you can test out how fast those batters are with some of your shells or Rockets, and keep an eye out for surprises."

Saying this, it seemed the other unit would be in a surprise for it's self, out of the trench line they walked across came a small pack of those blood soaked furless wolf like beasts, followed up with one of the rammers further up ahead and two of the Rhino like sorts from the sides. For a bunch of.. animals they had their moments. Unfortunately the Major had her own issues to deal with and allied information nearby would make her fragmentation rounds a hazard for them. Firing at the trunkless Mammoth far ahead, the Major didn't much like how it looked, more so as it was the only one of it's kind here.

"Kramer, down, side.."

Saying the name over coms an explanation of why would be a waste.

@Astros @The Perfect Cadence @Skyswimsky - mention to @Clarentonia @Karyra - General mage flight.
 
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As the scrambling began for those among Hangar Three, Marcel vacated the area and prepared to depart before the comm-system could even finish relaying the Major's message. Having asked the help of mechanics earlier to giving his old "Blood and Guts" speech. They were waiting ready for him with the lift as he jumped on and began the climb up, removing his armor in the process. Handing the various separate pieces to those on the lift with him, no sooner was he at the chest of his Titan that he jumped from the platform onto its sturdy steel below. Landing with an audible thud and a grunt, the old soldier smashed the entrance panel with his fist and disappeared within.

Moments later, the large red eye of the Rust Bolt lit up and darted from side to side. Inspecting as men cleared way for him and others were just beginning to mount their own respective machines, the slow behemoth wasted no time in walking toward the loading bay.

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Several minutes later and in the sky, a large propeller plane could be seen in the distance from where the front line lay. On the ground, the craft was close enough for men to identify as not being a fighter nor a bomber. Unlikely as it was, the craft that buzzed over close was a cargo plane. Rapidly climbing after the dive and keeping her nose as high as possible. Its enormous hatch in the back soon opened to a pair of feet that at once slid out before giving way to an entire Titan Knight. Taking a dive of several hundred feet the red giant smashed into the ground with the grace of a boulder, a crater and a sizable dust cloud followed after.

Emerging from the fall unharmed it slowly and rather clumsily made its way toward the edge of the trenches only a few hundred meters behind it. Crackling to life, a speaker system made the pilots presence known in his gruff manner of talk.

"Calvary is here you incredible bastards! Save some for us."

Welcoming the soldiers in his own manner Marcel resumed a steady stride forward toward the grassland and thick forest beyond. Soon approaching the light line of infantry firing upon the wall of Demon Beasts that charged ahead, the crimson relic leaped across a short section of the trench, landing not far from the edge. With his Jam already in his left hand, he went for the Tom at his waist. Drawing the blade and heating it with the heat raging from within his machine the old man didn't intend to waste ammunition on the likes of Soldier Class.

Running at his steady pace as the ground turned to grass, the choice as to whether to use his gun soon changed, because in the distance a brown smudge was growing increasingly closer. As his machine dragged along with each hop of a step, the beast grew larger and made clear it was far quicker than the Titan Knight. Adjusting his viewing cone with the touch of a keypad, the tusks and snout of the boar were soon clear and Marcel let out a burst from his Jam aimed at its face.

Landing true to its mark and blinding the beast, it did little but to aggravate its charge. Letting out a bellowing roar, the thing wasn't looking to be stopped. Grasping the situation, Marcel tucked away the Jam behind his back. Looking behind at the other Titan Knights in the distance, he turned and lobbed his Tom several feet away, where it landed and dug into the soft soil with its fiery tip. Managing to turn around with enough time to antagonize the boar the two met in a clash of strength. The boar having momentum on its side, immediately slammed into Marcel and began pushing him back and fast.

Grasping onto the monsters tusks and keeping his feet to the ground for several seconds the boar seemed to be winning the contest, until as seconds grew it began to lose traction and the Rust Bolt came to a halt. Coming at a rest right next to where he had tossed his Tom from before it was now his turn to attack. Letting out a war cry as the machine picked the monster pig up by the tusks alone and slammed it into the ground, there was little more time for Theatrics as he grabbed the blade and cut into its head. With three quick successive hacks it was severed and the Rust Bolt the champion of strength.

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Resuming his pace from earlier, Marcel soon enough encountered a pack of wolves to the front which dispersed in his wake. Slicing at his right and grasping with the left, he managed to cut one in two and catch another by its hind legs. Immediately crushing them with a vice grip, blood streamed down his Knight's hand as the beast yelped in pain. Taking the time only to toss it in front of him, the old warrior continued on and allowed his feet to smash what remained. Not stopping to fight them there, he continued on with them in pursuit. Intending to make ground before he was overtaken.

His eyes set on the golly blue giant in front of him. Watching as the abomination spotted his advanced and picked up a bolder to lob at him, inside the cockpit he gritted his teeth before charging forward with a right shoulder. Being thrown around on the inside at the impact, Marcel could feel as his machine came to a full stop. Turning around he hadn't forgotten the wolves that were following him. Knowing they would attempt to leap and attack his rear, an aptly placed swing cut into two while the remaining three aimed for his throat. Finding the steel a little too tough for their jaws, they kicked hind legs to leap off and retreat but not before Marcel caught two of them in a one armed hug.

Crushing them, he turned around at the sound of heavy foot falls and tremors in the earth. His blue friend had gotten impatient and was taking the fight to him. Putting the Tom away and drawing his Jam again but pairing it with his Finale, new orders came over his comm system.

"You're in luck Major. One of the big bastards is volunteering. I'll wait for you to catch up."

Not one to fall back, but allowing to be overtaken as were his orders. He aimed a burst of is 120mm at the giants face expecting it to take cover either behind the protection of its club or forearms. Bringing up his Finale to aim afterward, he sent a delayed rocket behind the flurry and a second one soon after aimed at its legs. Streaking across the field they dove toward the beast with crippling intent.
 
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@Clarentonia @Akashi @EmperorsChosen @Karyra
Lightning cracked over the lance as the magenta Lux Angeli charged towards the forest solo, coating its great weapon with the blood of the skinless beasts. Crushed, pierced, and smashed to bits, the Soldier and Tank-type Demon Beasts stood little chance when the Titan Knight was at its element: close range solo combat.

But war wasn’t about an honorable machine-to-monster fight. It was bloody, vicious, and unreasonable.

For Demon Beasts were not nearly as fragile as human beings, and as the Titan Knight slowed to communicate with the infantry down below, they made their moves. Dismembered torsos and pulpy messes, mere stains on the golden Lightning Lance, found new life, flesh bubbling rapidly as the lupine beasts that the Lux Angeli ‘destroyed’ came back to life, their Aether Cores bursting into overdrive to resuscitate and regenerate. Within moments, the bestial creatures, claws digging into the sides of the lance that had slain them, leapt upwards, covering the length of the golden lance before leaping up onto the arm, the shoulder, the head and chest.

Lupine beasts battered, clawed, and gnawed at the thin armor of the Lux Angeli, tearing away violently under the gaze of the mages that came to support.

The Titan Knight’s specialty was close quarters combat, but there was a difference between the CQC of a house-sized machine and a human-sized monster.

@RedArmyShogun
Bullets traced through the skies at supersonic speeds as the Karsnaya Phoenix closed the distance with its quarry, scoring a few hits into the Superior Class’s tough flesh. Dark, purple blood seeped through the bullet holes in its hide, but all that elicited was a roar of challenge, spittle flying outwards, before it…bit down on one of the Tank-type rammers beside it. Though the multi-limbed armored beast squirmed and squealed, the Mammoth held it firmly in place as its body inflated to thrice its size.

Far from being a close quarters stampeder, the Mammoth’s true specialty may be that of pneumatic artillery.

With a burst of air, the Tank-type Demon Beast was sent hurtling towards the Karsnaya Phoenix, bullets bouncing off its hammerhead. At this speed, it may even travel fast enough to reach the Ashart directly behind the triangular formation of Titan Knights.

@Skyswimsky @The Perfect Cadence
With three Tank-type Demon Beasts charging in from different angles at the bleeding-edge Titan Knight, it would have taken exceptional senses to recognize the true threat within that ambush. Pouring from the trenches directly below the Prinz Eugen, a half dozen Soldier type Demon Beasts managed to latch onto the thin plating of the Titan Knight’s feet, barbed claws digging in before they began to scramble upwards.

Between the incoming threat of three heavily armored Tank-types and the blood-drenched savages racing up to the cockpit of the Prinz Eugen, the twins had to make a decision, fast.

@Astros
Meeting the salvo of bullets and missiles head-on, the Superior-type Cyclops embraced the challenge fully, hurling its club at the Rust Bolt. Bullets peppered the oaken club before a missile disintegrated it, and the cerulean-skinned humanoid covered ground until the second missile blew off its right leg. Gore splattered the soaked and scorched battleground as it toppled over, its own momentum causing it to roll and tumble across the field. But even that was an advance, and the roar that came out of it was not of pain, but of fury. Stumbling onto its remaining functional foot, the cyclops kicked off the ground, covering the remaining distance before tackling the Rust Bolt.

Much too human teeth exposed themselves in a ferocious sneer as the Cyclops raised its fists and began to smash at the tough exterior of the antique Titan Knight.
 
Following their Lieutenant in an arrowhead formation, the battle below them was horrific like always. The demon beasts were the abominations that haunted their planet, or whatever that was left of it. To Aleria, this was nothing surprising. Having been part of the military, she had seen sights like these, but once again, this time, it was different.

Irene, the one in charge of the mages swiftly took care of a few of the demon beasts. Aleria merely nodded to her order. A Titan Knight was in a difficult position. Those damn wretched beings were persistent as ever. Even after their death, they would return. Close enough, she had to make sure the pilot and the Titan Knight would be safe from what came next, or what she could do to prevent further damage.

Suspended in the air, she observed the situation. Gnawing, chewing their way to the top, to where the pilot was, these type of demon beasts were suicidal, like always. Dashing in their direction, she used her affinity with the element of wind to her favor. Next to the Titan Knight now, she circled its arm, catching the attention of one of the demon beasts.

It reached towards her with its arm, but wouldn't let go of the Titan Knight. "Tch!." The distraction failed if anything. The Titan Knight was a much more important target for the abominations than a mere mage, or rather, in their eyes, a mere fly. Aleria was going to prove them wrong, if anything.

Boosting her speed in order to reach its back, right behind its neck. She stepped on it. It growled, gnashed, and moved at a rapid speed. Everything in order to incapacitate the Titan Knight completely. "Not on my watch!" She placed the tip of her specialized rifle right above its skin, above its heart. Two shots penetrated its skin, completely destroying its heart. Blood splattered on her clothes, on her face.

Aleria did not flinch, and a moment later, dug her blade right into its neck. Holding the Lady of Slaughter with one, while the other hand had grasped the hilt of her Moonblade. An electric current rushed through the blade and to the body of the abomination below her. The demon beast let go of the Titan Knight and was falling to the ground. Aleria was still plastered on its body.

Holding the blade tight, the electric current made sure that she could swiftly cut around its neck, chopping its head off of its body before it crashed into the surface. Breathing in and out, Aleria was suspended in the air once more, watching it fall. She had to make sure it wouldn't return. Who knew what the demon beasts could do. Encountering them over and over again, they always had, or could have something new to share with the humans, something not good.

Looking in the direction of the pilot, the threat was far from over. There were others still around. On the surface, and on the Titan Knight. Dashing once more towards one of them, she approached one at point blank range. Catching its attention, it leaped away from the Titan. Slightly surprised by its reaction, she moved a few meters back.

It was too late though. Aleria was below it, and it was above. They were both heading for the surface. Even if Aleria could use her flight unit to move away, she didn't. She kept her distance while reaching for the surface. Looking down, towards the surface, and back towards the abomination, she had little time to destroy it.

Aiming with her rifle, she shot it in the head more than once, and continued to do so towards its heart, or where it was located in its body. She continued until life itself escaped its body. Right now, dead weight was about to land on top of her. If anything, she would be squashed. Looking down once more, another, soldier-class demon beast was ready to eat her up, if anything. It was on the surface, just waiting for her.

At the right moment, she used her affinity to wind in order to dodge and dash away. In the nick of time, the dead beast crashed with the one on the surface. Turning around in 180 degree, smoke billowed from the crash, however, she could see its red eyes from within it. "You don't belong here." Aiming thoroughly, her rifle charged ever so greatly. While the soldier-class was trying to remove its kind from on top of it, a blast from her rifle escaped, destroying it in the process. That's what you'd call - Piercing Light.

Hopefully, the other mages could deal with what was left and save the Titan Knight in the process. Aleria did what she could, but there was no rest for the wicked. The damn beasts were just coming.

@Karyra @EmperorsChosen @ERode @RedArmyShogun @Clarentonia
 
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As Arc raced through the forest towards the rights flank, she could feel like something was about to go wrong for her. She just couldn't tell what. Stopping for a second to look around the forest was errily quiet, but that was nothing new in a demon beast battle. Still, it felt much worse now more than ever. Pulling her lance into a defensive position she noticed exactly what was wrong, what she had forgetton was something you should never forget while fighting soldier class demon beasts.

'Damn it! How could I forget they could reform themselves?' Arc grabbed one by it face and smashed it into another one, sending both into a tree a distance away. simultaneously she activated the lightning of her lance, shocking but not killing the ones latched onto it. Unfortunately, the group from before that she had fought showed up. Completely surrounded they all attacked at once jumping on her Titan knight and tearing at the thin armor keeping her separate from them. The fight from this point grew frantic with Arc desperately throwing them off, only for them to jump right back in again. Glancing at her radar she noticed a group of friendly contacts incoming towards her location. 'The mages! I just have to buy myself some extra time.' Thinking hard for anything that could help her she finally thought of maybe something.

Aiming her left arm at the face of the nearest Soldier to her she pulled the trigger of the smoke discharger, firing smoke grenades into the faces of as many of them as she could. 'It didn't take them all out but at least now I can fight back properly.' Her hopes were dashed when a group of soldiers that had not been given a smoke grenade to the face jumped on her knight. Until suddenly out of nowhere Demon Bests started dropping dead from multiple different causes, all originating from the mages now all around her. Arc grabs her weapons, checks her Titan for major damages, and upon finding nothing to concerning at the moment joins the fight with the mage unit.

As Arc takes a quick Look at the combat situation of everyone in her squad, she realizes that everyone is in a not so good situation. I hope they'll be alright, I also really hope they aren't to mad at me for breaking formation...'
 
"Well now-" Switching to her right hand this was a bit of an unexpected turn of events, a mechanical lift helps haul the Aether Cannon up and over the shoulders, it's trigger mechanism landing in hand, squeezing the trigger, counter thrusters fire briefly as a golden particles gatherer in the front of the barrel, pulsing briefly into small particles, building up larger and larger, until finally a beam of golden energy fires forth. Lancing through the tank class and onwards into the Mammoth, detonating among a few of the Cyclops like enemies with a few of the smaller types. With the flash and fire settling in a burst of light, Yaona's Titan Knight begins to walk backwards a bit slowly, as her left hand trains the scatter rifle forward.

"Change in orders then I guess." Looking at the gauge she was running low on power thanks to that blast, it would take some time for the generator to regain enough power for hovering or quick movements, opening a broadcast to the other Titan Knights, the Major had done her job in a manner...

"Falling back for now, You three continue the push, I'll rejoin once I'm off of emergency power. The Second Squadron should be in position soon, keep an eye out for my flares.." She says over the all comm frequency, unsure if her orders would reach the others or not, the Radio also needed a little juice from her reactor after all. Either way her Sniper would have an easier time of supporting an attack on the suddenly less dense formation.

Watching the situation her own action may have bought them some time, however it seemed at times Good Deeds did go unpunished.


"Shit! Trooper! Give me that Flamer! Second Squad! Fire on three, Grenadier Airburst! Let's show these fliers and Iron Giants how it's done!" A Sergeant in the trench that was saved by Arc, grabs hold of a flamethrower, hoping the stories were true on those machines and that small arms fire wouldn't do much he squeezes the trigger, soaking the lancer in flame as her own attempts coupled with the mage's attack joins the fray. "Take, take, take! Fire! Give'em hell!!"

On his command a number of Infantrymen open up on the Titan Knight, or rather all the smaller types now atop it or it's lance, washing in a hellfire of bullets, flame and lastly shrapnel. Waving his hand at the woman with his flamer as the remaining beasts fall over dead once more, or for sure this time, the Sergeant is surprised to see a single mage that came close to getting burned in the flames. Unsure if they would hear him or not the man calls out.

"Shoot them once to make sure they fall! Twice to be sure they stay down! Ahahaha! Stay alive yah Iron fucker and flyboys!"

Handing the nozzle of the flamethrower back, the Sergeant waves with his arm to the rear, smiling behind a bloody headband with smoke and soil covering his face thickly;

"Let's get out of here! Set some Grenades on tripwire down in the Trench, leave the goddamn heavy weapons! Go! Go! Go!" Rushing to get out of the Trench a few men linger to carry out the command also running away in turn, carrying rifles or nothing at all in a few cases, some wounded others not. All seemed a bit grateful at living to see another day however.


Piling out of the forward trench the infantrymen flee back to the second and third lines which were still holding, repaying the favor of salvation in turn to the Titan Knight, they had been bought some time, but would it be enough? Swarming from the woods, the Third Squadron halted a potion of the Soldier Class Assault, but all in all that left groups in the tens continuing the assault with larger breather of the Tank Class joining the howling mass. Unfortunately for the Kramer sisters, there were no surviving Infantry in their trench, though a Machinegun crew in a position in the third line well behind them did rake the ground beneath them, a bit too worried to shoot at all the fancy engines and such up above, thus limiting it's supporting fire.

With the Major's own attack catching the Infantry Captains eye, he picks up a radio headset, eying the forest with a bit of glee. "Eagles Perch Actual contacting Division, requesting ETA on those Tanks. Also if I can establish contact forward I want to drop Artillery on that Forest.. Sending up a signal flare, maybe one of them can be a better forward spotter than us."

Whistling between clenched teeth a mortar crew fires a signal flare to his right followed by another, a request for radio communication and ground support from the mage flight in regards to the now charging horde that was beginning to burst forth from the woods in wake of the lightshow that made the Mammoth and some of it's blue skinned comrades disappear.
 
Irene was just behind Aleria, despite not having the wind to speed her up. She rose from the shadow of the Titan and blasted her way up, binding and killing even more as she went. Once she was at the head of the Titan, she closed her fist and made a throwing motion at the Beast there, ending up throwing what looked like a glob of concentrated darkness right onto it's face. Irene was on it in a second, unloading one... two... three bursts on magic into it and then crushing the heart of the beast underfoot.

Irene was on the shoulder when she set up to fire into the smoke, propping up the gun to fire and concentrating her magic into the gun. There were shadows in the smoke, and Irene picked the largest, and by default most dangerous one. Irene kept still, the chaos around her fading into nothing. Her focus showed her the ideal target to hit, and the heart came into view, a massive beast moving in the smoke and nearly through.

There was a breath.

There was silence to Irene's ears.

Then the crackle of electricity turned into the boom of thunder as Irene fired and pierced the smoke and hit the target. She hadn't been straight on -she'd missed the heart but then who wouldn't with smoke in the way- but the damage to the shoulder connecting the beast's arm would take long enough to heal that the beast wouldn't be eager to jump into the fight any time soon.

A stray beast that must have come free from the bindings of Irene's magic crawled up and onto the shoulder of the Titan Knight, and started to leap towards Irene when she spun quickly and fired a salvo of her lighting-shadow magic at it. It wasn't enough to stop the beast's momentum and most missed due to shooting from the hip as she was, but it was enough to stop it from tearing out her throat when it landed on her. Irene stared into the beast's eyes, wondering how many allies the thing had killed.

Then her hand on its chest fired a short burst of magic. Then two. Then three. Irene felt enough of the armor give that she could store a little and then fire into the thing's heart.

"Ugly bastard."

Irene shoved it off her the second she was able to, getting on her comm to talk to the rest of the mages. "Let's finish off the rest of them then get this Titan Knight back in position. God knows what the rest of the group is doing, and I hope they're faring better."

@Clarentonia @Akashi @EmperorsChosen @ERode
 
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"Damn, ornery bastard!"

With a curse toward the stubborn beasts hold upon his Titan Knight's waist and the thunderous impacts of its fists against her outer shell. The one thing a Knight was meant to avoid, direct confrontation, had landed in Marcel's lap. Tossing his Finale to the side and slamming the free fist down upon the beast's back, the sound of bones cracking and flesh giving way to steel was only taken up with further persistence and a second war cry. Trying in vain to lift the Knight off its feet or push it further back, the beasts thoughtless pounding soon resumed once more. Denting the shell with each successive hit, but causing more internal damage than external. The Old Horse was more concerned about falling behind than fearing for his safety.

Enduring the resounding crashes against his machine, he reached for a lever to his left, before a jet of steam escaped from the old Rust Bolt. Super heating the bayonet on the end of his Jam, he soon thrust it into the Cyclops side, who gave a bellow. With firm grip on the beast via bayonet and free hand, He wasted no time as its grip loosened to lift the gargantuan hulk up and over his head. Their combined weight soon sent both giants toward the ground. Effectively performing a suplex, not long into the fall, Marcel gave a pull of his Jam's trigger, peppering the beast's side with a rapid burst of shells.

Unable to see the outcome but rocking the earth in their tumble, the maneuver had hopefully bested the Demon Beast and its fighting spirit. Free from its grip for now, Marcel quickly made to rise to his feet. Grabbing hold of his Tom before turning to take on the downed Demon Beast for a hopeful coup de grâce.

@ERode
 
Following the squad leader, Leonard examined the battlefield. Chaotic, bloody, depressing. It was a sight that brought back memories, and not good ones. Since he partially specialized in light and healing, often times it was up to the four-eyed mage to fill the role of medic, or as he thought of it, damage assessment. Most of the time, there weren't many to save, or much. It was just a matter of preserving what combat troops could still be used in combat.

Looking as the Titan Knight was being scaled, Irene was swift to move in. She slaughtered many of the beasts with—Kazik wouldn't describe it as ease, but more of professionalism and valiance. A true soldier and veteran, without any fear or hesitation, unlike him. Her actions seemed to even impress the lead mage.

With a hesitant grumble, Leonard sped forward on his vessel. Forming a ball of red energy in his palms, the mage performed a strafing run on what beasts he saw. The spheres flew at their targets, expanding and detonating upon contact, forcing the monsters off the sides of the titan and tumbling towards the ground. Kazik could take time targeting each one independently, but the mages needed to get the knight free as soon as possible. That meant dealing with them relatively at the same time, or at least blasting them off.

As they tumbled to the ground, Leonard's speeder dove down, landing in the middle of the fallen Demons. Hopping out, he condensed a sphere of red energy similar to the bombs he used before, albeit he spent more time channeling it. The beasts began to rose, turning their attention on the nuisance that knocked them off. The demons advanced with intent to kill, charging forth, but Kazik pushed his arms out, exploding the sphere of energy in a fiery wall moving outward to envelope the bastards. The monsters let out painful screeches as their bodies immolated and burned. Punching and kicking more streams of fire at the few who inched closer despite the situation, Leonard pulled out his rifle and began firing into the chests of each.

As they collapsed one by one, Leonard let out a sigh of relief. Slinging the rifle over onto his back with the belt wrapped around his torso to keep it in place, the mage sat once again back on his speeder. "Join the army they said... Money and food they said..." Murmuring that to himself, he once again came to the attention of the lead mage. "Roger that. Took down a few. Going on another run."

@Clarentonia @Akashi @Karyra @ERode
 
@Karyra @Akashi @EmperorsChosen @Clarentonia
Effective action from the Mage Corps prevented the Lux Angeli from sustaining any major damage, but the rate of destruction was too slow, their more powerful spells hampered by presence of the lightly armored Titan Knight. If it were the Rust Bolt or the Karsnaya Phoenix, magical damage could be shrugged off, but a more careful treatment had to be taken to remove the lupine Soldier-class from the mecha’s chassis.

An amount of care that took too long.

Numbers masked by the forest, footfalls almost silent from movement, the horde of soldier class rushed in at unison, breaking out of the forest line, claws and fangs razor sharp, not yet whetted by hard combat. From the cockpit of the Lux Angeli, it was a swarm of gray rats, but each of those ‘rats’ were the same size as the mages, and as they approached, the vanguard stopped, bodies piling up to turn into platforms for the second and third waves to launch themselves into the air. Dozens tossed themselves into the meat grinder, leaping with unerring accuracy towards the Titan Knight.

They knew too, that while mages could fly, that particular squadron was bound to lower altitudes by their duty to protect the magenta lancer.

@RedArmyShogun
The golden beam, like the radiance of a holy sword, cut a swath through the mass of tank-class and superior-class Demon Beasts, the Mammoth disintegrated in the purity of its light before its brethren were consumed in the ensuing blast. For a moment, the horde stopped their advance, hesitating, but the Phoenix’s retreat gave them the confidence to charge once more. One roar became many as they doubled, tripled their pace, the Tank-class chargers leading the way, Soldier-class wolves clinging onto the sides and back, while the remaining Cyclops broke out into a sprint.

That radiant beam was gone, after all, and the wielder of the holy sword was retreating. If not now, when would they advance?

@Astros
Flesh against tempered steel, no matter how trained the meat, was still a disadvantageous match up for the meatsack. Knucklebones cracking against the heavy armor, the Cyclops did moderate damage, but ultimately had no answer towards the Rust Bolt’s arsenal of weaponry. A tortured howl sounded as its spine was eviscerated by 120mm rounds, before even that was silenced by a swing of the superheated tomahawk. A more delicate machine would have been suffering significant circuitry problems after such crude movements, but the Rust Bolt was a relic of a time when close range was the best range for dealing with such monsters.

As the pilot regained their bearings however, they’d realize that the entirety of the Demon Beast horde was rushing towards him, at him, and then past him. These were predatory beasts, after all, with superior numbers. Outside of outliers like battle-hungry cyclops, they sought not an honorable one on one fight.

They simply sought easy prey, the infantry regiment that they had been feasting on before the Iron Slayers had arrived.

@The Perfect Cadence
A brilliant flash lanced through the battlefield, two of the three Tank-class Demon Beasts torn to shreds by the azure beam originating from the Ashart’s oversized energy cannon, but there was only so much Zeal could do once his allied Titan Knights were caught in close combat. A shell ejected from the side of his cannon, cratering the ground beside him, before the pilot sent up a radio transmission to the mages, not knowing of their own plight yet.

“Prinz Eugen needs support. Over.”

By the time they arrived, however, it may already be too late.

Four of the six soldier-class demon beasts had already reached the conveniently platform-like chest of the Prinz Eugen, tearing away at the angular chest and worming themselves underneath the head to chew at the cables beneath. The two others latched themselves on around the groin area of the humanoid Titan Knight, digging in at the base of the legs, tearing away plate in order to chew away the circuitry beneath.

And, like a thunderclap, the remaining Armored Charger unleashed a final burst of speed before leaping and smashing the right side of the Prinz Eugen’s legs. It was a fragile thing, after all, light enough that such an impact sent it somersaulting into the air before smashing into the ground in an unsightly tangle of mechanical limbs.
 
"Zeal shoot the Blues! That's a direct order! To hell with the Rest! Break that Charge!"

Shouting that out over the command line, Yaona suddenly has her attention split among the rapidly devolving tactical situation, firing a large flare from one end of her five remaining launchers, a call for open comms across the front. With her unit still recovering power devoting energy to specialized transmissions weren't wise. Or rather across a large area, the Kramer's unit would serve to boost her signal as well ground soldiers with headsets to listen in.

"Sergeant, You have fire, Use it! Turn that forest into an inferno! Second Lieutenant! Use your Flash to cover his approaches, Irene use that dame rifle of yours to kill the tanks among them! Make use of the shadows the light will bloom! Third Squadron Detach some units to assist!

@Skyswimsky *

Arc fall back now Use your bloody lance to kill those chargers! Stand and fight from solid ground and do so in order! You have wide range magics! Scorch their Mongrel Hides! I don't want to see a blade of grass left standing!

We Can repair damaged armor! I cannot revive the Dead! Get your shit in order or One Hundred Men will Die here today, they'll be replaced tomorrow but if they live then that gives us two hundred and we can think on pushing these bastards back!"
Surprisingly fiery in her remarks the Major seemed more than a little upset with the situation, taking direct charge of the unit than her previous hands off method.

@Karyra @Clarentonia @EmperorsChosen @Akashi

Shouting those orders to the ones facing the charging hordes, it was a simple strategy making use of the most powerful skills or weapons the three possessed, now was not the time for finesse. "Sergeant Major! Teach them what happens when you pass your elders like that! Then fall back along the killing line those tanks made, carefully."

@Astros

"Yeah, we'll back you up." Another voice cuts in over the comms, elements of the Second Squadron had finally arrived on station, though Marcel would still have the first crack at them.

"What took you so long? I should deduct that from your pay."

"But I thought it pays to be fashionably late, plus you looked like you were having fun, I seen that light show from several kilometers out. I also seen a nice rest stop, wanted to stop for some pictures, Major. Second Squadron engaging."

Says the pilot chuckling over the other line before killing his connection, now there was one more matter... Speed was of the essence but she didn't exactly have that for here and now, taking a middle ground, Yaona ignites her beam axe literally throwing the aether powered weapon into the charger as it went past in it's clumsy attempt to turn for another attack, hitting it directly in it's unarmored side. Stomping deliberately for the downed machine, it was too valuable to lose, even if it put her own machine at risk, her armor was much thicker, a fact the machine gunners seemed to know as they sprayed her unit's core anytime something was stupid enough to jump off, though most seemed content with killing the Kramer's or pushing for the lines ahead.

Keeping her communications more localized from this point, the Major takes note of one of the fallen rifles that machine had, lifting it up in her free hand she remembered it having some sort of light piercing yet high explosive warhead. "Kramer's I'm not paying you to take naps, shield that cockpit and sensors." From the looks of it the so called wing units had power and the left arm was still intact, either way this shouldn't pierce their cockpit...right? Well it was a gamble, they were dead either way if it didn't work.

Squeezing the trigger with no hesitation at range, the HESH round explodes above the Soldier classes raking them with fire and flame, squeezing it a few more times it seemed to be a fairly effective weapon, though too low of a capacity and rate of fire to deal with a full swarm so much as stragglers. "If you can move I suggest you start, and nice gun, I'll be barrowing it while I walk back.. Can't have you dying just yet."

With her low power status still in effect, the Major holds a rifle in both hands, slowly backing up with her front to the enemy and both weapons discharging fire into the approaching horde. "Well you are still alive yes? It would be a bit of a problem if I did this for no reason. More than a problem really, I think I would be fairly livid." In truth this was all highly problematic, but she couldn't let them all die on the first mission, being something of a mobile artillery bunker the Phoenix moves back one foot behind the other, it's frame clanking heavily with each step.

@The Perfect Cadence

While reinforcement had arrived that Tank Regiment was still on the way, the others would have to find someway to kill more effectively, the Major was doing all she could and the Artillery could only be dropped so much closer..

One way or the other this battle would end in the next few minutes. "Damn reactor! Sensors.. I need to know what's out there.."
 
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"Roger that Major. I'll teach them all about forgetting to breath."

Standing among a wave of Demon Beasts that crashed ever forward toward the Infantry line and caused a low rumble to seize the land. Marcel's Rust Bolt from afar seemed protected by an invisible barrier. The moment a Beast looked to be heading his way or preparing to attack, it would change course and veer off some twenty feet around him. Others didn't even have the respect to pay the old warrior any mind at all, captured in the hurried chase after an enemy that had already began to retreat and hardly seemed worth pursuing.

Taking the momentary peace to collect and ready his things, the Tom soon found itself returned to the Rust Bolt's side before the machine picked up the Finale from the ground. Balancing the high powered weapon on its shoulder, the Rust Bolt began to fiddle with the drum on the Jam. On the inside, Marcel's eye drifted over to his shell counter, noting that it had more than fifty 120mm rounds remaining. He replaced it nonetheless with a new one, and slammed the counter to reset as the the weapon returned to his back. Single red eye darting from left to right, the Rust Bolts vision zeroed in on a clump of Soldier Class off to its right a distance away.

Measuring the distance through the scope of the Finale, Marcel prepared his machine to throw, clutching on the half used drum in his free hand. Lobbing it high in the sky and watching as the object turned into a black dot in the distance. As it hurtled nearer to the Soldier Class clump, the Bolt took aim with the Finale before releasing a rocket. Flying over the battlefield for several seconds, it dipped down and seemed set on missing the clump before hitting dead on with the Jam drum. Exploding on impact the clump beneath was rocked by the initial heat and shock wave before several rapid blasts followed it.

Blanketing the ground in fire and mayhem. Scattering metal shards that tore through flesh, and spare shells that flew several feet before detonating. The resulting air burst severely punished the clumped Soldier-class and a few Tank-class in the area. The precision of the maneuver showing it wasn't the first attempt of its kind. Marcel spared little time to survey the damage before reaching for a full drum and looking dead ahead.

Throwing the second canister of 120mm at the encroaching Horde, Marcel fired off his last Finale charge in the hopes of blanketing his soon to be rear. Quickly stowing the empty weapon away on his backside, he picked up his Jam, reached for his Tom and turned tail without awaiting for the final product. Confident in its success, the Rust Bolt instead began changing its fronts so as not to be caught retreating. Taking it as his enemy was retreating from him, Marcel began to move his machine with the Horde. Shooting short bursts at those ahead of him and the surrounding area.
 
'They just keep coming!' Arc thought as she sliced another Soldier Demon Beast through the heart, Then stomped for good measure as she continued moving around. She knew that the best idea was likely to keep moving, and steer clear of any of the Mages bigger spells. Slashing and Bashing her way through as many as she could to avoid being swamped by numbers as best she could. 'It seems like there's no end! Either they really have no end to their numbers or the're throwing every last bit they have at us.' But she knew better than to rely solely on the latter. Suddenly out of nowhere a flying soldier fell out of the blue and attempted to land on her, only to wind up punched out of the sky by Arc's shield and into a group of other Soldiers. "What the hell?" Arc thought as she looked at Soldier platforms being made. "Well, I guess its time for a game of extreme baseball huh?"

Then the Major's voice came in over her radio, giving her orders. "Yes Major!" keeping it short and simple, to avoid wasting to much time and losing focus. 'I better keep my wits about me, this knight wasn't meant to take a beating. Arc could feel herself starting to get quite nervous at her lack of motion from one spot. All of her training she had learned to always keep moving, if you stay still you make yourself a target, and if you make yourself a target, you take damage, and her knight was not meant to take damage. 'Can't be helped, Major gave me my orders, and they do help the mages out by allowing them to cast bigger spells.'

Arc readied her Lance and Shield, Planted her feet firmly in the dirt, head held high and alert, and waited for the coming storm. Only for the scene before her to nag at her memory. 'Hey! This is just like those old arcade games I used to play sometimes back home! Where you have to swing the device and hit the flying targets!' At this point Arc was starting to feel a lot more comfortable in her current situation. She was still treating it like a battle, but she was also keeping a sharp eye out for everything coming at her. As well as an eye on the mages backs, she did owe them for saving her here as they did come on their own, and she was determined to repay the favor.

Arc couldn't help but feel happy as she was swatting all the Demon Beasts out of the sky. Her Father had first shown her those games, and she had always found them to be quite fun when she played with her father, though never as fun as some the other things they did together. Glancing at the chess piece she knew was in her pocket she offered a quick prayer for all those who had died today in battle, and for the safe return of as many as possible for those that hadn't fallen. For Arc knew that the war was far from over, and that they would need as many of them as they could get in the coming conflicts. All of that, Arc was sure of. 'This war has claimed to many, I would like to see an end in sight come soon.'
 
The Kramers did what they were told by the major, frankly it was Inghild who did all the work because her little one had the wind knocked out of her for a few moments after they were violently flung into the air. She quickly raised the unit's only functioning arm, though it was unnecessary, to shield the debris caused by the exploding HESH.

Inghild bit her tongue a bit when the major commented about the weapon's insufficient ammo capacity. Well... Yes her unit was designed to fight these bugs but it had a more supportive role rather than... A blitz role. The fact that they were suddenly left alone on a flank to fend for themselves..... In the heart of the enemy... Was something Inghild on normal circumstances would put up and argument for but she chose not to, for now.

Instead she delegated her time to access the damage. Marvelous, the legs were caput but could still stand at the most but walking was going to be a big issue. The only option of hauling their asses out of there was to essentially fly their way out. Inghild quickly began to divert the remaining power to the engines but kept a decent amount in the sensors and the comms.

"Uhhh... Everything seems good on the open ground..." Inghild responds when the Major asked for a sitrep of the battlefield. "The arty vibrations are preventing me from getting clear seismic data and well in general... The bug's lines should be collapsing in a bit thirty five seconds? That's an optimistic guess."

She then turned to the other problem on her hands. Inghild could fly the Eugen but she wasn't as experienced as Erika whom just got a hold of her senses again. Inghild sniffed her a bit for good measure... Just to make sure that her little one didn't pee during her first combat mission.

"Erika..." Inghild tapped her sister's head with her foot. "You OK? Talk to me goose."

"What...what?" Erika stammered waking up again.

"We're exfilling, can you fly?" Inghild asks.

"What? Oh uhh.. fly? Yah.. uhm... Are the engines good?" Erika asks again looking at her instruments which were mostly... Cracked.

"Mmmhhmmm" Inghild responds. "You're all good. Just keep us upright and at a comfortable speed and the controls are yours."

"Ohhh.. okeh.." Erika says has she gripped onto the controls with her shaking hands.

"Steady now... No pressure." Inghild says aware of her little one's state. "Eugen will fly where you want him to go. Isn't that right... Eugy?"

"Yes.. whatever you want mistress..." Inghild imitates her machine.

Slowly, the Eugen elevated itself off the ground and began flying to the rear.

"We'll be flying to the rear major. The boys' pretty beated up. Keep the gun you have now... I think it suits you really well!" Inghild said to the Major.
 
Irene seemed to wince at the Major's orders. "You heard her! Let's start letting loose and get these assholes out of the way as we retreat!"

She blasted off to a higher altitude just in time for Arc to start swinging at the soldier class. Irene excelled at staying back and picking off more powerful enemies, but sitting in the way of all these rat soldiers was pointless. Irene could get back down easier than the others, but giving herself more of a sniper's position, she'd be able to throw down a bunch of bursts at once. It was indiscriminate, but if it'd save one hundred men like the Major said, Irene would lay down fire for as long as it took.

Irene fired a bunch into the forest, aiming more to start a fire from where the soldier class beasts were running from than aiming to hit them. A few trees just exploded as though they'd been hit by a stray lightning bolt. When that didn't work, Irene started charging her rifle. If little bolts weren't going to start a fire, then a big one would.

The hum of her winding up her attack roared in her ear as she looked down at the fight. Things weren't going super poorly, but from the sounds of it the Prinx Eugen wasn't faring all that well. Irene had picked the wrong side to support, but she couldn't back down now. The rifle was done charging.

Another tear of thunder rocked the forest and this time the start of a blaze appeared. The following hail of smaller thunderbolts only fed it further and soon enough everything was on fire. That ought to be enough to at least slow the ugly things down somewhat.

"Let's get out of here. There's no dishonor in living another day the strike them down, and I'll be damned if you don't follow orders."

@Akashi @EmperorsChosen @Clarentonia @ERode
 
Well, she'd be damned. These abominations just kept on coming. You remove one, and two more will pop up. Was there ever an end to this? Aleria was used to this by now, and most od the Demon Beasts, or the majority of them that were coming for them, and the Titan Knight were soldier-class. The three mages, swiftly took their appropriate position in the battle that was still going on.

The Lux Angeli was safe, but once again, that Titan Knight re-joined the battle the moment more of these abominations came forth. "They're like a damn hive! They must have a nest somewhere!" Mankind had been fighting these creatures for such a long time now, but they knew very little of them.

They came in different sizes, and overtime, they would adapt to what their enemy; the humans were doing against them. Irene, the mage in charge of their arrowhead unit got herself in a sniping position. The very same thing could be said for Aleria, but these soldier-class monsters were the size of humans. Electric current ran through her blade, and before you knew it, she dashed in their direction.

Lowering down to their level, she used the burst from her affinity to wind to cut through the demons. Their limbs apart, or their head chopped off, but obviously, this was in combination with her specialized rifle. However, it all came to a halt when the Major, Yaona Siminov dished out her orders over the comms.

It was a wise decision in Aleria's mind. Sometime, retreated is the best course of action, and what the Iron Slayers Corps where here to do, was most certainly accomplished, or was progressing in such direction. Give or take the many deaths from their own side. A followed order came over the comms, but this time, from Irene, the mage in charge. Pulling away from the monsters, she increased her altitude to that of Irene.

Right behind her, one could see that her Moonblade was covered in blood. You could say the same thing about her clothes. Tilting her head to the side, she gazed at the damned creatures. Her ice blue eyes squinting to the thought of their disgusting nature. The raven haired women. Safe and sound, but what came next?

@Karyra @EmperorsChosen @ERode @Clarentonia @RedArmyShogun
 
They just kept advancing, an endless horde of beasts and monsters with little cognition aside from murderous intent. Just as they had thought to start pushing them off the Titan, more launched forward. Fighting them head on in most cases was a cry for an end. Thankfully, that didn't appear to be what they were doing today. As an order came to fall back, Leonard sighed in relief. Performing strafing runs on the creatures with bombs of flame and bullets from his rifle, he pulled back after a few.

"I'm not having any complaints. They're obviously not gonna stop coming anytime soon!" Leonard spoke out to his team.

Performing another run, Kazik formed spheres of red in his hands and launched them at the mass of creatures in an attempt to give some pause to the horde. Pulling back once again, he shrugged.

"Yeah, unless you think they'll give a crap about us calling a time-out, I'd say we've done about all we can."

Looking out at the field, they had done what they came here too, but it wasn't exactly what he'd call a victory and not just because they were now in retreat. There were too many lost, way too many. He'd been chewed out for stating as much. Nowadays many will take what they can get and if all they can get is losing most of a detachment just to kill one wave, they'll damn take it. Leonard didn't feel any accomplishment from this, though, save from surviving of course. Perhaps he could preserve some of the injured at least. If surviving was the biggest victory someone could achieve, maybe he could give someone a win.

"Hmph... Damage Control..."

Battle was what scared him the most, the chance of dying, and even though this wasn't the worst bout he'd seen, it was the aftermath which struck his will the hardest.

@Karyra @Akashi @ERode @Clarentonia @RedArmyShogun
 
As the group battles onwards, Arc stood there ground as directed as the mages regrouped, Marcel's gambit also proved useful, while Zeal had provided some support from the side while some semblance of order was re-established. Though it would be the second squadron that did most of the work in regards to the superiors, as her first gun empties the second is discarded to her free hand, having no way to keep track of it's ammunition Yaona sighs as her power reading slowly, all too slowly begins to climb. Watching her lines fall back they were more or less accomplishing their goal. As the Infantry company withdraws in a hurry a spat of luck happens as at first two companies of Tanks cross the ridge to their rear, with another and half-tracks coming in from the right, flame and gunfire lighting up the scene like a handful of firecrackers.

Of note was an ice mage from the Third Squadron, casting ice affinity based magic, from ice boulders smashing into the woods, lances and walls, she mostly seemed to focus on AOE and had a rather good focus that allowed her to be mobile. Making a note of it, that one would have to be transferred over..

Though a success, this battle had exposed something, this unit hadn't even the basic of cohesion within it's ranks, it was luck that carried them through. Though that wasn't a bad thing, none of them had died this time afterall.. Luck was a skill in and off it's self after all, while a couple of them she would need to have talks with..

"Iron Slayers, let's go home, the Tank Regiment has it from here. Kramer's stay there, I'll arrange transport for you, you'll never make it back in that shape.."
Talking with the Tank Regiment's Colonel and the Infantry Captain eventually a small mechanical lift and transport truck were brought up to the front as the Regiment consolidated it's lines in the passing hours, loading the Prinz Eugen aboard it's flatbed, that machine would have never made the flight back of its own accord. Reviewing the list it seemed a number of the machines in her unit would need repairs, if not mostly minor, minus the twins and a couple of people in the other units there weren't but a few injuries. All in all this was a rather minor attack, though the four missing Superiors never did show themselves and neither had the standard Soldier compliment.. Either way a win was a win..



As the sun went from high up in the Eastern sky to low in the Western, the day had came and went with all the units back at the hangar and the others were awaiting dismissal, some had water bottles, others were helping in repairs, or even just sitting around. Staring out over the group from a gangway the earlier incident with the mechanic was also brought up on top of the troubled formation today.. Laughing it off in a manner that didn't seem all that humorous the Major calls out in a booming voice to those below.

"Well you all survived at least.. Either way some of you I'll be speaking with later, Support was lacking and two of you made some mistakes today. Though I guess that's what I get for assuming a scratch unit to just work together like that." Eyeing those below the Major taps her chin with her right hand, left arm supporting her right from underneath.

"Oh well, for now as we've taken a bit of damage to our equipment and the Demon beasts are not likely to be active in our sector for a few days, you all have the rest of the evening and the next few days off. I highly suggest you use the time to get to know one another, or to rest. In the following days I'll likely be putting you all through training again, so we can avoid repeats of today. Well Dinner should be soon, I'll be in my office if you need anything."

Seemingly uninterested or detached from today's events, the Major doesn't seem in the least bit angry, though the young Lieutenant seemed to stiffed at his superior's casual way of speech and studying gaze of the others, partly hinting this was not the case.

Turning on her heels the woman hurriedly heads off on her own way, back to her office with a pile of papers to sift through, her day wasn't quite over... With that the Mage's and Pilots were left to their own devices, the battle a seemingly distant thing.


(A brief summary and time skip, sign-ups will be reopened for one to three people tops, the ooc will be updated later with this information from me, if any casual observer is wondering why it skipped so suddenly. Another post may come from me soon but there are some ooc issues being ironed out during this "down time.")
 
Well.

It was over, and faster than expected as well. Unscratched and unperturbed by how quickly things went out of control, Zeal nodded along with the Major's words absentmindedly, knowing that if nothing else, he did his own job fairly well. Disintegrated a couple Tanks and Superiors, as well as shot a flying Boulder out of the air. Good enough to justify him staying in the Iron Slayers, at least.

With the briefing concluded and not much else to do, Zeal scratched the back of his two toned hair, before walking off to the kitchen. Had to clean his canister and finish his food prep for next week, after all.

"Maybe something fried this time," the pilot of the Ashart mused, doing his best to nonchalantly escape before Marcel launched into his own post battle speech.