"General, we've got reports of heavy gunfire over in a small village less than a hundred miles from the Dojo. Several distress calls; I think it best we mobilize." "On it. Available platoons, please report. Platoon 1, General Terram is ready." "Platoon 2, Colonel Aéra is ready." "Platoon 4, Colonel Faller is ready." "Platoon 7, Colonel Spéroe is ready." "Colonels and General Terram, coordinates are being sent to your vehicles now." A few moments later, and the same voice spoke once more. "Coordinates have been sent." "Mobilize!" From all different directions, vehicles began speeding forward towards the village that needed help so desperately. They bore the signature Ying Yang symbol of the Fate Weavers, a private military organization composed mostly of modern mages who had affinity with both guns and magic. "Platoon 7 is approaching the target village. The situation looks dire, General." "Drop as soon as you can. Our platoon will arrive shortly." "Yessir." From the north, dozens of helicopters and fighter jets were seen, their weapons loaded and ready to fire at any air support that the enemy had. As they approached, Fate Weaver soldiers began skydiving from the helicopters, each dressed in a uniform set of dark [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/71/7c/a1/717ca13de3acf35f2f3ccbc6ba410b6a.jpg]armor[/url], carrying a variety of weapons based on their preference. They rushed into the village and began firing on the aggressing Troopers, waves of gunfire flying accurately at the enemies. Huge waves that seemingly came from nowhere would begin putting out fires–it was thanks to one of the members of the Fate Weavers, one with an affinity to water. The trooper that was interrogating the man about the whereabouts of the Rebel Alliance suddenly had a spray of 5.56x45mm NATO rounds flying towards him, the difference being that they were custom built explosive rounds. They were coming at an angle such that they would not harm the civilian but heavily damage if not kill the army trooper. The bullets came from a man dressed in the same exosuit as the other Fate Weavers, however he bore the emblem of an FW Colonel on his chest. Sheathed on his back was a sword that looked as though it was golden; the sunlight caused it to glow, almost blindingly so. Moments later, dozens of large military trucks whose speeds were boosted greatly by some sort of magic spell entered the village, and more Fate Weavers poured in. "Platoon 1, General Terram has arrived. Remaining platoons, report." "Platoon 2 is almost there, ETA five minutes." "Platoon 4 is on its way, ETA 14 minutes." One man was dressed in different [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/af/f1/c0/aff1c09af99efc72d76bfa821c451e62--combat-armor-post-apo.jpg]armor[/url] in comparison to the rest of the Fate Weavers, clearly distinguishing him as the General. He held a short yet extremely heavy looking [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/79/c7/46/79c7467ae7fb062b77101ae7c495669c--fantasy-weapons-fantasy-hammer.jpg]hammer[/url] in his right hand, a standard M1911A1 in his left. He was approaching the center of the village, where the civilians looked to be held hostage. An approaching Storm Trooper caused for the General to turn and smash his hammer into the trooper's chest before shots could be fired; a sudden explosion of magma occurred, blasting the Trooper back and most likely taking them out of the fight. He then turned back towards the center of the village; he hadn't been seen yet. As he poked his head around the side of a house, he suddenly smashed the head of his hammer into the ground. Magma suddenly burst out of the ground in a contained volcanic eruption. For each Shadow Trooper, there was an eruption occurring underneath them. At the same time, Terram made sure to raise his left hand, which would cause a wall of hardened dirt and stone to rise from the ground around the civilians, effectively separating them from the Shadow Troopers.