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A billowing cloud of dust tidaled over her troops. Vivianne shielded her eyes from the painful spikes each grain brought to her face. An enormous force hurtled several mens' bodies into the air, knocking her right off her feet. The wind speed subsided quickly, a breeze stroking the dry dirty ground.
A blast rang out as a man facing down exploded and Viviane pryed the body off her. Looking up, a great hovering creature flapped it's eternal wings and triumphed over the bodies of its prey. In a moment, it took off, almost instantly disappearing into the sky.
The roar of an engine sparked Viv's immediate attention, as he turned to see a truck speed off. "Shit."
Hastily wiping the blood from her lips but not noticing the actual smear, Vivane stalked towards some of her troops, barely alive. "Get up." she commanded, but no response. She impaled the man's arm with her heel of her boot and repeated in a scare whisper. "Get. Up."
The man groaned. Viv heaved a sigh and without a thought, delivered him from his grief, a bullet to the head.
Suddenly, her ears picked up a faint noise. No. A quiet sobbing. "What?" she questioned herself. Quickly locating the sound, Viv rolled several bodies off a small child. Not older than 10. She kneeled down in front of him, unable to speak. A child was something she had never thought she would come across on a battlefield. Unable to comfort him or console him, Viviane opened her mouth to speak.
But she did not hear her voice, but a deafening shreek. She threw a swift glance to the sky to see the clouds rumbling overhead, in almost an inverted whirlpool of crimson red. Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared. And the winged monster appeared again, but this time, Vivianne could recognize it.
"Quezacotl." escaped her lips. Not later when the word was whispered, the ancient bird swooped down at lightning speed. Instinctivley, Vivianne fired several shots, all dead on, but none of them effective. Quezacotl landed directly on Viviane crushing her body against the dirt ground, the sand welling up in her face. The creature envelped the young boy in it's beak, lifted it up and began to eat the child.
Viviane struggled to c.ock her gun and look up, barely fazed by the scene. It was distrubing, but nothing she couldn't handle. The knowingly raised her gun at the face of a summon, the boy also in range. And after a moment's hesitation, she fired. The bullet popping the boys head and impaled into the eye of the Guardian Force.
Quezacotl released the child, shreeching in pain, allowing Vivanne to scramble to her feet. The boy's remains smashed to the ground, a sickening thud.
To be safe, Vivanne limped to a boulder - weight fully supported onto it - shot at Quezacotl several more times, until the bird retreated into the sky. The clouds thinned and streams of sunlight peered through the holes. Vivane layed exhauted, propped up on this massive stone. And off in the distance, sirens could be heard. And then voices. And she saw the blurred images of people running her way before she collapsed.
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