<div class="floatright">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sunsteel Angel (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span>Location: Burning Man<br/><br/>Sunsteel Angel poured more effort directing her axes and avoiding the tentacle. Just one, just one would offer the opening the general wanted to put that missile on the far side of the portal. Then she flushed her body warmed with a heat she had awoken night after night with. It was akin to the warmth of her armor, and yet, caressing her, like hands. Lover's hands, Roses hands. Angel wondered if it was the beast, attacking in a different way, and she felt her core heat in response. She noticed the tentacles redouble their efforts in an attempt to strike herself and Stryka. Though its aim was much worse. The heat intensified, inside and out, and she felt her legs going weak, her concentration fade. Two axes winked out of existence, and two more stopped their assault. Angel dropped her left sword, even as he body bucked in pleasure.<em>Really?! an orgasm attack, I could like this creature, uh, wait, uhn... Michael help me.</em>Her thoughts were intense, her body wanted to succumb to the feelings, she bound her knees together by sheer will and focused in hacking through the tentacle, her axes regaining momentum and whipping in from the side in a line of sharpened sunsteel. One after the other swept in to attack the same place, she timed them, and had them cutting more shallow, but repetitive. Her focus was needed to build her chainsaw of axe blades and will, so she allowed her armor to dissipate. Forgetting that she had stripped before the donning of her armor. The portal constricted and she was almost overcome with passions, yet no release was near. Through gritted teeth she growled at the tentacles as they withdrew, she hadn't successfully severed one, but it had retreated, she thought that would bring the opening and she heard the general fire. She had known she would give her life for people before. She just thought it would be farther down the line.<br/><br/>Then the euphoria hit and she rode the wave wondering,<em> To die in carnal bliss such as this, is it a sin?</em>her body rocked and bucked as her wings struggled to keep her aloft. Wave after wave of impassioned heat washed over her and she thought of Rose's smooth skin, hot and sweaty against hers. A moment blazing hot with innocent passions. Innocent in the same way Solomon had found. Her feet touched the ground and she fought to regain her will and focus. Leaping back into the air, she swept over the fleeing people, she snatched hats and scarves from heads looking for the escaped Medusa, but in the end had to admit her escape. Looking back over the chaos, she wept a single tear, the wave over, though she had not quite peaked, the portal closed, though she had not gotten her kill, and the people safe, though Medusa had gotten away. She felt very... unsatisfied.<br/><br/>*****     *****     *****     *****     *****     *****     *****     *****     *****     *****<br/><br/>Sunsteel Angel sat, at her best rigid attention, her thoughts her own as she replayed the events even as she reviewed the footage that was already compiled. Daibuster would probably take everything and build a three-D model. Perhaps they could use that to see where the Medusa went. Again Angel's eyes strayed to Scandal, seeing the suit but remembering the bare skin beneath, the sensation of warm hands on her own skin. A scent, faint and alluring but one that Angel could not place, too faint wafted from the Magical Maestro herself.<br/><br/>The Sunsteel Angel focused her will without the tell of a shake of her head. A copy of her report lay before her, as each of those here had a copy. She admitted she froze when the colossal opponent took the field she was brutally honest with her ineffective assault on the tentacles, and she noted her contested will at the close of the fight. Though the last was done without the commentary of the reasoning or heat. Angel sat, fuming at herself, yet feeling that she needed something cleared up? "What was in that warhead? I'm not your soldier, and can't bring myself to answer orders without reason. Help me to trust you in the future. What was in that warhead? Would it have closed the planar anomaly, crystallized the tentacles, or just killed myself and the citizens, with the hopes that it would hurt that tentacle beast? Have we fought this beast before? You were awfully quick to order it fired upon when you had 'troops' physically engaged with it, or am I right? I am not one of your troops."<br/>