[B]The Lion's Fang[/B] - [I]Minerva Fairchild[/I]

What had once been a grand play rapidly transpired into chaos, bringing a scowl to her lips beneath the guise of a closed helm. From her perch atop a tower, the Lieutenant waited patiently. Watching the movements of others as the play had progressed, Minerva had a growing suspicion that they were up to no good.

The massive cast of slow upon the masses which she was thankfully out of reach from on her perch caused an even greater scowl. Brigands? Really? Why here? And why so bold a plan? It made no sense, none whatsoever. Surely they didn't think that they stood a chance against the whole of Alexandria's might.

Her eyes drifted then as they began their attempt to flee. There was a Bomb in their midst now, so there was little concern in her eyes until she glanced at the Queen, and promptly the empty throne next to her.

The Princess was missing!

Had they really attempted a kidnapping beneath the watchful eyes of Beatrix?! 

"Hildr, I need your wings." The soldier solemnly stated. "The Princess is in danger, gravely so."

In a faint shimmer, a beautiful illusory woman came to stand beside the Alexandrian Lieutenant, and their eyes briefly met. A nod simultaneously noted the understanding of both as the familiar was conjured, and abruptly two wondrous wings made seemingly of ivory sprouted from her shoulderblades. Rippling for a brief moment, she coiled all her strength in her legs, and then sprung into the air.

An uproarious declaration from the brigands and thieves only confirmed it further! Garnet was in mortal danger! With such urgency, the angelic looking Knight tore through the air with astounding rapidity before landing hard on the stage, causing splinters to fly about with her abrupt arrival and impact.

The thieves would be dealt with later, as the wings on her shoulders shattered upon her landing, causing a glistening dust to take to the air. The Bomb was an immediate threat to the Princess' welfare, so it needed to be removed from the picure. Smoothly, two swords came unsheathed from her waist, and a defiant cry marked her arrival.

"Kill it now! Before it endangers the welfare of the Princess!" With such words, and with Hildr close behind, the valiant soldier in white charged the fiery abomination and brought both of her blades of Caladbolg to bear upon it with astonishing strength. Seeking to remove it of its mortal coil before it could do any further damage.