"[i]Panta? PANTA[/i]!" [i]Mother.[/i] [i]Irina scoured through the flames, dodging through the falling debris and coughing as smoke filled her lungs. The Vileblood traversed through the chaos, stopping to lift up a few of the stragglers and the lives nearly lost to the flames, their cries of blessings lost to her ears as she continued to search for Panta, her little girl, her.. her daughter.[/i] [i]Then, a distant horn blast caught her attention.[/i] [url=https://youtu.be/mFhM1ayTsqE]War To War[/url] [i]The thundering hooves of several cavalry horses charged through the burning streets of Dojoville, their knightly riders brandishing weapons of iron and steel. Their uniforms were of a royal purple color, some decorated with strands of white, or yellow, or black. There seemed to be at least a hundred cavalry horses charging through the roads, avoiding the flames incredibly well, while some rose a sigil high into the air - a pointed flag, bearing a golden lion, rearing back upon it's hind legs, upon a striped canvas of white and purple.[/i] [i]Behind the cavalry charge, hundreds of medieval-styled soldiers came through, swords either sheathed or drawn. When approached with a member of the Dojo, they would strike them down without haste. Yet when catching the sight of a civilian.. a man, a woman, or a child - they would risk their wellbeing to bother saving them, as if it was just how disciplined they were, or.. simply heroic.[/i] [i]As the fire waged onwards, the cavalry troops would halt their progression, as men and women in armor alike began to simultaneously cooperate: water was sprayed upon the flame, while trenches and barricades had begun process in the raging chaos.[/i]