Plumes of smoke rising from within the Dojo as the onslaught by multiple varying factions was paired with great screams of innocents and the chaotic crescendo of gunfire, swords on swords sending sparks into the air, and great explosions sending debris reeling across the land. But outside of the Dojo, the snow fell in a picturesque fashion, slowly and calming, making thick white powder rise on the craggy mountain steeps. A caravan rode through this, on the ground great lions with golden manes and bounding legs sprinted towards the sounds of warfare far off. Above, huge drakes with leathered skin and three wings in the shape of honed sickles ripped through the sky, men of flowing cloth fluttering behind mounted atop the beasts. Far behind, a monolithic beast wades through the snow, sending tremors across the mountainspine of Ko Rudo and great avalanches onto rural hamlets below. At the forefront of this huge armada made up of mythic creatures of all varieties is a direwolf with a copper hide the height of the Dojo's famed walls, grotesque in muscularity and horrible, disfiguring gashes across its face and torso. Atop it is a man in onyx armor with black sashes that stretched down to his mount's knees, an infernal coal complexion within the cracks of armor platings. He wore a helm fashioned in the way of the Knights of old, obscuring the entire face with holes to breathe. On his back is a bulwark great and long, spanning the entirety of his body, spikes the length of pole arms protruding from a metal sheen. At his side a sword of two edges split by an orb of cracking yellow electricity, lightning running over either end. As his wolf bound across a distant hill and saw the Dojo in the distance, he roared with the very might of thunder itself, quaking the earth around him as he pointed his sword forward, eyes dull and distant except for swirling flame. [spoiler]Closed. Heh.[/spoiler]