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Readily falling from the sky came a red and black mass, dripping and pulsating even as it broke through the atmosphere. Flesh charred and sizzled to leave behind a thick plume of black smoke, the descent clearly impending. Even as the gore was torn away it continued to boil to the surface and reform, blood splashing over Jezebel's face as she cackled with glee. It wasn't long before 18 meters of such a loosely humanoid form hit the ground on the far side of the bank, wings already spread to herald the arrival further.

They were long, thick tendrils of celestial corruption. Pulsing, slithering tubes of red like fresh meat. Between each was a thick membrane of pus-oozing leathery skin, forming a rough shape of batlike wings that seemed would otherwise be vestigal. The entire form showed semblence of following other mech designs, though had been born of flesh. Armored from head to toe in black plates with an archaic flavor, it was like a giant encased in living full plate from the depths of hell.

And with a demented giggle the overshadowed visor turned upwards to the Mansion. In the depth of the 'Y' shaped visor a single red orb stirred, revolving aimlessly through the darkness.

Combat systems were arming with unworldly thirst for blood.

Dawn blinked as he watched quietly, noting the fact that it would seem that the woman was attempting to seduce the man based upon her body position and how she was acting towards him. He wondered whether he should be interfering at a time like this, when he was snapped out of his revery suddenly by noise behind him. Glancing back behind he noticed several new figures had arrived, though their attentions he was unable to discern at first glance. The man kneeling on the water, the blood red... thing on the shore, and the strange man/machine which flew overhead menacingly. This was not boding well. "Misu..." he beckoned to the girl who had run into him just a moment ago, not sure whether to hold his ground or position himself between her and these new threats....

Sai was quite taken by surprise of Xol's action, she wasn't expecting for him to give in. Feeling the force fo the Kiss, Sai knew this wasn't going to be a nice and soft Play, but she had to move forward. As her back was thrusted into the nearest wall with Xol's body against her's She whinced a Bit, but not much to stop. Feeling the only support was Slipping She latched onto Xol's waist with Her Legs, and glance back into his eyes, as she knew what she got herelf into. She must admitt this was rather turning Her on, and what made it more exciting was that they were out in the open where she knew they were being watched by an Audience.

Focht came walking up toward the front doors of the mansion, mostly ignoring the ruckus from the arrival of 'Jezebel'. His mind set had truely changed since the last time he had been around the Dojo. In the past he would have gone after the creature without hesitation, now he would just wait and see what it decided to do. It didn't take him long to reach the front gate and notice that the main door had been taken off its hinges to say the least. Familiar scents reached him as he neared the door and stopped at the scene before him. His one good eye narrowed as his emotions raged inside him for a moment and then nothing.

If Sai was enjoying herself she might not have even noticed him and he wasn't going to stand there and wait to find out. Crouching, he jumped upward to the roof with very little sound. Upon landing on the roof, he sat down and closed his eye, letting his senses roam. His perch on the roof allowed him a good view of the things going on outside of the front doors of the mansion. For now, he kept his emotions hidden, willing to wait and see.

Well, this seemed suicidal at best and recklessly and violently suicidal at worst but what the hell, there was always tomorrow right? Almost as a side note he sends a quick transmission to Jezebel on the secure line.

Outta the way missy.

The clouds above the mansion, residue from the storm Bas had herded over the Citadel earlier, burst apart in a circular shape as something small and not visible flies through them at high speeds. Moments later, a second circle jumps open as Basaran drops from the sky.

From the ground below the mech's travel path becomes apparent as he revved the boosters up. He becomes a streak of luminescent spear of azure, cast down from the heavens by the left hand of god.

A perfect 90 degree turn at any speed is physically impossible, and the higher the speed the more difficult a change in direction that drastic becomes. It is a testament to the creator's skill when a machine capable of attaining sub-light speeds can go from a perfect vertical descent to horizontal running parallel to the ground with less than thirty meters of clearance and not tear itself apart.

Even more so when that machine can accelerate close to the border of Mach 3 in the two seconds it takes for Basaran to to cross the distance from where he evens out and reach his destination.

That destination being a wall slightly inside the Mansion's entryway where Xol and Sairys were currently fraternizing.

In Basaran's eyes, 1250 pounds of shielded metal moving slightly below Mach 3 and two sonic booms in a confined space would make a nice first impression.

Tac seemed busy with shells, silly little boy. Whilst he'd turned his attention to focus on the two things Jezebel had activated her arcane generator. The thing purred to life with a gentle thrum, runic restraints lifting to swirl about the dot of pure white that hung in the center. Targetting sytems were already online, grids marking the right targets in the right order that suited Jezebel's pattern.

In this case, the two hip-mounted 30mm guns opened up a rain of lead that would be sent streaming at the man with uncanny accuracy. A time bender, such an inane concept when faced by multiple vectors of attack, especially when he chose to waste his efforts on such small things at a time. Jezebel was sure that this creature had methods of augmenting time around himself, and so a message was transmitted directly to one who would march through the chaos of fluxing time and space just as he had for countless eons and existances.

Now, a matter of keeping the defiant little thing busy until KB showed up to dispatch him.

((Zely...I thought you brought us inside? What doors do you speak of?))