*timestamp - a horde of Slaves darkening the skies over Windbloom's capital.*
If the sheer amount of noise caused by a single impact was loud, a multitude of them ringing out in close succession could be described by one word only.
Cacophony.
The Slave recoiled, leaping back in an attempt to bring more distance between itself and its assailant, sickle arms raised to parry further blows.
It was summarily swept out of the air and slammed down with enough force to make one of the sickles crack and lower limbs bury themselves a meter into the pavement.
A moment later the already damaged arm was shattered entirely, as a straight thrust carried the blade of the assailant's naginata through it, and into the Slave's head beyond.
The weapon was withdrawn as quickly as it had been used, though perhaps 'naginata' wasn't entirely accurate description for it.
The general shape of said polearm ran roughly along the lines of that particular weapon, but this one was simply far too big. To compare the two would have been like comparing a longsword and a Zweihnder.
Its wielder swayed ever so slightly, lowest extremities a good four feet above the cracked and broken pavement. While the upper part was humanoid, roughly defined as having a head, a torso, and two arms, the lower one consisted of what could at its simplest be described as a hoversled. In function, if not in form, since the four stubby 'limbs' projecting outwards from a central hub that could be described as the machine's abdomen couldn't really be considered legs by even the most remote of margins.
It gleamed a royal purple in the light of the noonday sun, with the occasional black highlights, and for some reason its head was adorned by a blunt, chisel-tipped horn protrouding from the center of its forehead.
For an instant, there seemed to be a lull in the sounds of combat coming from the other parts of the city ...
... before a most startling sight unfolded to join the skyscape from what looked to be two to three blocks to the West.
Like a blooming flower, a crystalline construct of ice climbed upwards, before unfolding to rain fragments of 'steaming' ice from its extremities.
Fujino Shizuru had her C-Class Frame sliding backwards, gravitic emitters on the tips of the lower limbs adjusting attitude accordingly ... before she sent it rocketing past a newly appeared Slave, ignoring the construct entirely and heading towards the 'flower's' assumed origin point.
*yawn* more tomorrow. Sorry. Meant to do the whole battle, but I'm more tired than I'd thought I was when I started scribbling.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm