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!uGYNBMPzOs 12/03/10(Fri)23:36 No.13021260Opposite the vast Host of the Holy Fallen stands another picture entirely. As large as the Shining woman leading that great host is a mountain of a man, hard, scarred features are his. With a great, unruly black beard, and tufts of hair, just as black, blacker than the midnight sky on a starless night hang down from his halfhelm. He glares at the woman with wholly inhuman eyes, filled with hatred and cold cunning. At his feet is a horde of bright-red succubi, all with whips and delicate swords, wearing armor as delicate and unblemished as their lightly glowing skin, eyeing the host opposite them with lusty anticipation. Standing as thick as them in the host are great hulking beasts, black skinned, great rams-horns growing from the head of each. Where their allies battle garb and weapons are elegant and beatiful, these hulking brutes wear the thickest of plate, and their blades are massive and crude in form, though deadly sharp at a glance. The massive man raises his mighty axe over his head and bellows, yet the silence is unbroken. his opposite thrusts her hammer forwards and to the sky. As the two hosts surge towards each other, the frame breaks, along with the storm.
"A stranger storm I have yet to see." Gaius remarks, as if he saw nothing. "Stiking as swiftly as the lightning it bears, fiercer than any other by ten, and over just as fast." at that the rain drops down to a steady, yet manageable fall. "As will be our assault this day, am I right, commander?"
>yea, striking at dawn outside of your ranges (your bluff on the heavy repeaters range has been called) |
