As soon as the festivities started, everything went wrong. The skies turned dark and clouded, a gang arrived in a panic, and statuesque angels descend from the sky, raining down red bolts to pelt the city. Freya was excited. Such a strange-looking thing those angels were. She wanted to inspect them, and would have if not for the fact that they would probably kill her immediately. She would have to observe them differently.

As one descended close by, Freya drew her knife, just in case. She manipulated The armor puppet to take in hand the Greatsword. She was prepared to fight.

"I'm sorry Defendia, but I'm going to help ward these things off."

[url=http://orokos.com/roll/208042]The Armor Puppet stood in front of Freya, Greatsword in hand, and ready to attack and defend.[/url]