The warmachine advancing towards the camp had already caught the sight of them.<br/>The grotesque skull-chassis moves up on it's hydraulic mechanisms and takes aim.<br/>Two big railguns at the sides of the skull are moving in their sponsons.<br/><br/>In the encampment, the leather Drowess named 'Ul'ishka' jumps into a battle position and materializes a glowing line of energy in her hands. A whip. The other Drowess, 'Xe'pthara', draws a slender blade of black adamantium. "A duel dear? But that's just extra pleasure for me, so be it your way... But since you're mine already, you can't put nothing at stake..."<br/>Both of them prepare to fight, while their thralls move away. The one with the sword hacks a Black Fairy up for practice, a torrent of cuts in a blink of eye.<br/><br/>(ooc:shooting soon, today or more likely tommorow.)