Snippet #1565585

A metallic galloping could be heard on the far side of Sid. Naturally, it was the bubbly elven beauty Lily, upon her mount, Liliana MK II, a flaming draconian golem. The elf had taken up calling the aerial mount "Marky" just because it's full name was far too long to say in casual conversation. The elf wore an exasperated visage as the golem pulled up beside the Halfling. Lily looked... Confused to say the least, "Captain-General-whatever!" So flustered, she couldn't even remember Sid's rank," Sid, where do I go? I want to be part of the aerial assault. I can do more damage from above with these eyes-" She tapped her temple," in the air than on a bloody ladder trying to weave between friendly and foe!" She was late... But with good reason. She had spent the time altering and adding personal touches to the Golem.

There was a soft leather 'Saddle' if you could call the leather between the elf's ass and the cold metal a saddle. It was crafted in such a way so that it would not interfere in the least with the Golem's agility and flight, but also strong enough to hold the elf in case of, heavens help her, evasive maneuvers.

Hell, there was even a pouch with extra arrows in it in case she runs out of those in her quiver attached to the saddle. Speaking of arrows, she adjusted her personal quiver with a contraption- really it was just a bit of stiff leather cut into quarters- in the mouth of the quiver to allow her hand to slide in and grab and arrow without them falling the first flip she does.

She was silent as Horus came and spoke with Sid. "I know a single elf can't match up to the entirety of the Artemis Legion," Lily said, pulling closer to Sid, "But I'll do my damnedest to try," Lily said with a smile. She looked up to the moon in the sky. It was full and if she remembered correctly... "The hunter's moon is out tonight. A good sign. A great sign, actually." She said, smiling. Many times before, she had used that moon to hunt at night. Tonight would be no different.

Then captain Genki sounded for the first wave to advance. Lily looked up with surprise in her eyes, and she urged the Golem forward, "Damn! That's my call! Wait for me!" She called, the Golem gaining speed and heading for first wave. She leaned forward in the saddle, eager for the nights hunt. Then one last bound and the Golem with it's elven rider was in the air, heading towards Herrick to rain some elven fury.

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Caine had been polishing the silver saber and black katana, waiting for the call, waiting for the chance to let blood. The berserker human had a new scar, it started above the right eyebrow and cut diagonally across his face to the left side of his jaw. The new scar only fueled the angry human's rage, and he wanted to pay back the nearest son of a bitch that was foolish enough to brandish a sword in his general direction...

Sadly, the nearest son of a bitch was in Herrick... Luckily, it wouldn't be much longer before he would meet his doom on the edges of Caine's swords. Being so close to battle, but being so far at the same time made Caine antsy. Eager.

"Footsoldiers, ladders and pikemen! Vangard units! Form up, we're going in once the air-unit returns!"

Caine was on his feet in seconds, blades back in their home at his side and on his back. He began to form up. He caught sight of Sid, of whom he gave a wicked smile and ill-intended wink. It took no words to figure out was going through his mind. Death. Destuction. Blood. You know, all the parts of a balanced diet of carnage. He took his place near the front lines.