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Greater Angelus wrote:

[Illys takes a cautious step back from the new arrivals, shaking her head at the Order man's question.]

Illys: No. [Rivulets of blood stream up her arm, gathering into her open hand and coagulating until she holds a wickedly sharp dagger, pointed at the man in the skeletal mask.] If our new friends would be so kind as to introduce themselves.

As the creatures tensed behind him, the masked man looked onto the blade, gesturing up his gauntlet revealing a dark scaly look onto it. "I am a scion of my master, bringer of death,

Skulls of ashen cover thy hands," His gruff voice pauses.

"This scion's forthcoming, is..bob." His voice out, opening his arms grandiosely. His skeletal mask shifts to face the two, as the humanoid creatures behind him remain unmoved by it all.

Order knights of America wrote:

The tank divisions would make their way to a trench line on the outskirts of the main city of Midteshima. The tanks would halt as the tank commander stood up and shouted for the infantry onboard to give their rendezvous to someone of higher rank. "Alright girl scouts! Listen up," the commander shouted as he sat down on the hood of his tank turret. "you are being deployed here in this trenchline. you are find Major General Oskar Winfal, not Windfall, Winfal. Make sure you all still have your dance partners because the Major General is wanting to put up one hell of a show. now move it you dogs!"

The infantry began to dismount the tanks as they carried their equipment to the trenchline in a line formation. the trench was crowded with a mixture of Regiments that were seemingly order originated and the ones from the foreign conscripts who were originally here for a better life to find themselves in hell. screaming sounds of static could periodically be heard as the group kept moving. There was a grim expression on some of the faces of the regular forces, a face that was similar to the tank commander's from earlier.

"Hey Kai, wanna give a speech before we all go get fisted up to the elbow?" Jaffe, one of his men asks. The trenchline was...spotty or well, if this was the average battlefield they'd go and say it was decent. But this was gray aliens from the skies, with weird stuff happening as if on the daily with this war. "Well, if only we got our equipment....which, wait a minute." Kai pauses his walk.

"Where ze hell did you putes, stored our equipment?" the group pauses. "Willingham, brother...why haven't we used our gear?" The group turns to willingham, his second in command. A sweat could be seen from him, freezing at the mention of his name. "You know what, he's right, why have we been using the order's gear?" Miller, one of his men also looks confused.

"Okay, I may have forgotten to tell you all but, I kinda forgot to take some of our equipment that was confiscated in the barracks." This statement, earns him looks, and then a small laugh. "Ok zen everyone, if we die, blame willingham." Kai states,

"Yup."

"Totally"

"Gods have mercy."

"As if you all were any different! You just noticed it now!" Willingham says, heartily. Although the group was clearly working with 80% of strength, atleast they have a crutch or an outlie to blame for them timely deaths, Kai thought as he smoke a cig.

"Alright, gents. Zey won't be long till our line gets peppered, so let's show these irregs what's it about when battling uncertain odds with ze wild geese, ey?"