The music finally fame its climax as the full melody accompanied the priestess' parting words to the audience. Already the entertainers and revelers were starting things up in the background albeit quietly as she continued. "...And now please to visitors enjoy your stay and the festival, our city she welcomes you with open arms." The celebration was in full swing as people cheered and the festivities commenced with revelers, entertainers, and of course the vendors doing their things.

The skies began to darken which in the case of rain might stall the festival or be ignored depending on the severity. Still the festivities continued uninterrupted with only a close eye for rain. However there was something different as there was an odd mechanical buzzing sound that screeched through the wind. Just then the gates were breached as a horde of the local outlaw gang came running in not for a suicidal attack but rather as if something was chasing them. 

Like a million angry cicadas all making noise at the same time. Descending from above these things. They looks like statuesque angels with odd rotating spokes in place of feathered wings which like a swarm approached the city and began opening fire as bright red bolts hit the city in a short lived barrage barrage. The guards already alerted and ready to attack the bandits turned to attack the bandits turned to these attackers. But there countermeasures were sloppily overpowered as the city began to fall into flames and chaos spread. 

A long figure dressed rather oddly stood alone next to a black box next to his side. Hand on sword and watching seemingly in shock. "THAT'S NO WAY TO DO THINGS. AS MASTER SAID, TO TAKE AN OVERWHELMING FOE DO NOT CHARGE IN BUT ATTACK PIECE BY PIECE AND THEN RUSH FOR THE FINISHING BLOW!" he said as if addressing some sort of audience although maybe it was the guards who kept rushing in and getting beat back.