The word “stop” echoed through the hills. Soldiers froze, weapons weakly falling from their hands, their eyes paralyzed with fear.
A young woman elegantly wove her way through the crowd, emerging from the ranks without a single piece of armor. Her eyes shimmering darkly, the colors swirling almost threateningly.
“Down.” She commanded, and the soldiers fell to their knees without so much as a second thought.
“You’ve lost.” She said, almost apologetic, “Accept your defeat graciously.”
The soldiers slowly shed their helmets and chest plates. They bowed their heads in surrender.
The woman turned to her own army, not looking nearly as ferocious or victorious as she had just moments before, “My name is Piper McLean, and this war is over. We’ve won.”