'Did they honestly think I would allow my town to be taken over so easily?'
"Igna," murmured Jen, "-why are you smirking?" the seal shattered without so much of an effort.
'A nonaggression pact, what a load of bull. They've broken the treaty; wars upon us.'
"Igna, what's happening?" Lampard's phone rang. "-yeah, hello?" he answered. The other side panted, Leonard's word barely made the trip, cacophony and carnage had drowned the sound.
"We've lost the town, the Empire's risen their flag… GLENDA IS LOST," the line cut into static. A look of disdain mounted the strong visage, veins and muscles tensed; the palpable tension grew in ire.
"Don't worry," he vaulted over the mud wall, '-whoever underestimated me will pay dearly,' a brief stroke of the earring led into the lens making direct contact to people of interest.