"PANTA!" [i]Irina yelled again, a certain desperation in her voice. She ran down the paths that had been cleared for her, past the soldiers that had tried to kill her, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.[/i] "Pull back-!" [i]A captain would yell, as the rest of the men with buckets filled with water would retreat to building barricades, using the unlit structures around them to their advantage. Their coordination was stellar, as more and more troops continued to spread into the area, saving civilians and slaying Dojo members.[/i] [i]And at it's head, was Freya Trayven, second daughter and fourth child to the Sun King.[/i] "Status report, now!" [i]She roared at her fellow commanders, as she finished the bandages upon a burnt soldier. The woman was of average height, with a thin, athletic build, built for versatility and dexterity. Her almost spiky, short red hair parted for her orange eyes, while her purple and white uniform and steel armoring were coated in soot and ash.[/i]