The stomping of armored boots could be heard coming down the street that night. The townspeople gazed out their windows and doors in shock and horror at the sight of at least a hundred metal-clad warriors marching down Main Street. The man swaggering ahead of them was someone they'd never seen before. The soldiers he commanded seemed to be from different worlds.
Very few of the troops were human. Many of them were Furies, demons, angels, elves, Valkyries, chimera of ancient mythology and frightening, slavering beasts. While the main body of the invasion force moved with one fluidic motion down the road, a few squads were ravaging houses and shops. They would execute the weak, elderly, and ill and take hostage the able-bodied men and women. Children were thrown into a large armored van marked "Child Protection Services." From loudspeakers on the exterior on the vehicle blasted earth-quaking punk rock music.
A few police officers tried to open fire at the company from locations they thought were safe. When their bullets did nothing to the troops' armor, they took aim at the army's leader, a supposed human.
The man was dressed all in black from front to back. He had spiky black hair with a thick bleached center and a scar running diagonally across his unshaven face. As he walked, he closed his green eyes. He used his Mind's Eye ability to see who was looking at him: he could see himself through the eyes of the cops, so he knew exactly where they were.
Before the cops could open fire, the warlord did. He conjured in his hand a fireball and hurled it at their cover, a sedan. The car exploded, killing the cops and pedestrians running past.
The warlord laughed maniacally.