Anvil (Afina)

[Anastasia]

"Eh, watching someone else get beat up is like watching someone else jerk off. You don't get anything out of it, but if you get too close you might get something splashed on you." Dana shrugs and takes a seat, "Now if you fucking ask me," she points, "Strategy's all about kicking the other guy harder than they kick you until they give up. All the maneuvering and such about it's just dressing it up nicely."

[Ebiris]

It's crudely put but she's not wrong. "Well lets see how our friends do at making sure the other guy doesn't kick them too hard when they deal with this storm?"

[Anastasia]

Dana kicks back, watching the images before you. "So what's up with the storm? Some cocksuckers throwing lighting around, or did Canderella get going?"

[Ebiris]

"Can't be Canderella, she's back there," Afina points to where the succubus is flying from Jaela's group towards Ithea's, still on the far side from the storm. "Could just be what passes for natural weather there or the yugoloths and demons might be making it. Even if anarchs are best at it, in sufficient numbers and united cause any group can modify the conditions of Limbo. Doesn't seem like a spell at least, it's too aimless."

[Anastasia]

"Either way, it's bullshit," Dana snorts, "So you go around it or fucking solve it somehow. Waggle enough fingers at it or just avoid the damn problem."

[Ebiris]

"Well lets see what they do," Afina says. "Looks like Canderella's being used as a runner, Jaela must have a message to pass on to the other group about the storm. Lets see..." she gestures at the illusory battlemap to zoom in on Canderella, a real time representation of the succubus expanding to follow her movements in more detail. A lot more detail.

"Oh, that's zoomed in a bit too much," Afina says, half amused half mortified as she drags the view back out to something more decent.

[Anastasia]

Bouncy. Very bouncy.

Dana just looks on and snarks, "I still can't fucking believe she wears that dress out there, like some pretty princess."

[Ebiris]

"Said the pretty princess," Afina snarks back. "She can pull it off so good for her. I think it's important to present yourself well if you're going to be the last thing a lot of things see. I don't just wear these clothes just for their function," she tugs at one of the brightly coloured diamonds that decorate her harlequinish costume, the bright orange clashing with the surrounding green and purple over a predominantly black background.

There isn't even a little bit of bounciness though.

[Anastasia]

"Which should be fucking steel and iron," Dana taps her breastplate with her gauntlet clad knuckles.

[Ebiris]

"You do fill it out well," Afina allows in case Dana's ego is feeling pricked after that up close and personal view of Canderella. Might be a little bit awkward looking her in the eye when she gets back to Aurora after this... makes her wonder how Tepen amuses himself manning this setup while they're all out in battle usually. "But some people fight better unburdened. You can't deny the efficacy of styles like mine and the Graceful Blow."

[Anastasia]

"Well no shit," Dana drawls, "I have the muscle to move it, so of course I fill it out well." She rolls her eyes, "Anyfuckingway, if it works for you, but I think the best is wearing some real armor and wrecking things. March on up and fuck them up, right in the face."

[Ebiris]

"So long as you get a little bit wrecked in turn, huh?" Afina says, zooming out a bit as Canderella reaches Ithea's group so she can view the overall field once more.

[Anastasia]

Dana snorts, "Afina, you need to get fucking laid," she remarks, "You're in the middle of a war and look at what you're focusing on."

[Ebiris]

Huh, she might be right. "It only has that connotation because it's you, but you might be right anyway," Afina admits, an admonishment to get laid at least easier to accept than Crystal's insistence that she find some sappy romance.

"It doesn't help that the war is fairly quiet right now. You missed the flying sharks earlier but now it's just marching." Or flying, whatever.

[Anastasia]

This gets a grunt from Dana, who watches as the forces prepare in front of the storm. "See, that shit gets people killed. Your head isn't in this. What sort of fuck up of a commander is more concerned with getting off rather than her duties? You want to talk about strategy, that's a big fucking failing right there." Dana points at it, "Stop worrying about your private life and start worrying about the war that's going on."