"Come on! We need to push them back!" Ceallach, Captain of the Tydarian Royal guard called, ground slowly being given to the unknown invaders from across the vast ocean that had once been believed impassable. Fire bolts and bolts of green energy darted across the courtyard in front of the Tydarian royal palace, Pyromancers and warriors shielded by makeshift barricades and fortifications made from cold magma and stone.
Relentless in their advance, the enemy drove the Tydarian's back to the capital, and finally to the Royal Palace itself, leaving everything in their path a smoking ruin. Taking down a single drone took too much firepower at range, so swordsmen and Pyromancers ambushed and rushed the enemy whenever they could, but during a fire fight ((rather literally here might I add)) the Tydarian's were at a severe disadvantage.
Bianca, the young Phoenix Herald and rightful ruler of Tydaria, kneeled beside Ceallach, close enough so that she can lead her troops, but far enough away that she can't be hurt in the fight. "I can't by and do nothing." She muttered, her blade drawn as she stood, half a dozen fireballs sent towards the enemy before Ceallach could react and pull her back behind the barricade.
"No, your highness, don't get out from the barricade, you're all we have," He never finished the sentence. As he spoke an enemy commander ordered a heavy weapons specialist to aim a high power plasma bolt at the barricade that Bianca and Ceallach kneeled behind. The barricade itself shattered into dozens of varying sized rocks, the smallest of which pierced flesh and the largest flung both Tydarian's off their feet; that was until the plasma bolt detonated.
The shockwave from the bolt knocked all the air from the lungs of both Bianca and Ceallach and flung them back from the fight: Ceallach through the partially open door and into the palace, Bianca hitting the door itself, an unnerving 'snap' sounded from her body as she hit the wall. Winded, dazed and stunned, she fell to the ground ungracefully and quickly, her injured body sprawled across the pavement in front of her home.
Still dazed, Bianca attempted to regain her breath and stammered around, trying to find her blade. "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die fighting" she thought. Her fingers brushed by her swords handle and she wrapped her fingers around its familiar grip. As her hold was solid around the grip, she felt pressure was being applied to the blade, she looked up to see a boot resting just above the crosspiece, heavy enough to keep the blade down but not so much to risk breaking the blade.
Bianca lookup up to see a man in red robes, dark blonde hair, kind green eyes and a familiar smile; "So, did you miss me?" he said.