<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>Sunsteel Angel saluted, her massive and impressive opponent, but when the call over the monitored channel declared to fire at will, she drew her blades to her side and arcing high, backbended into a power dive, her axes beginning to spin and whistle through the air. The angel arced through the coil of a titanic tentacle. Her wings sweeping and tracing along the grasping suckers underneath. Focusing on the gate, Angela directs her axes to strike where a single tentacle enters her dimension, if she can get it to pull one back, or to have one cut free to the ground here, that would open assault on the being beyond.