The Orbital Ring surrounding the Earth mobilized, and across the two equatorial elevators mechanized troops and armoured divisions spilled out in squadrons that spearhead the air support from every latitude. From this distance high above, Kenshiko grimaced, brushing a fringe of dark auburn out of her eyes. The map that lit above the consoles live from the Capsule Sattelite Feeds traced a grid around the world below, and it was like a morbid game of chess.
On the ground she'd pulled off ops as a unit Sergeant, but as the Commander, a great part of her held regret that she could not join them at this very moment.
"Planetary Shields holding! We have lockdown!" Came the engineering report, and the Tiger grimaced.
"The Saiyan tech really does give as good as it takes," she said, the transparent veil covering the length of the Ring and its two elevators, large swathes flaring green upon impact as it absorbed the force and recharged itself. "That will be the last thing any of them see before we send them straight back to hell. Nobody gets in, nothing gets out!"
The tricks of the magicians were formidable, and as the town emptied with the increase in combat, Rose and the Cask Militia had begun to fall back as Morgan and Erosa held the line.
With the emergence of Tulpa Demons proving to be an escalation, with enough of the civilian population out of the way so did the ki-enhanced fighters begin to move their mechanized forces in a tight maneuver.
Strafing the Khanate at range, Variable Fighters cut through the still winter air, screaming like hellbound eagles as they let loose with their payload. When they'd emerged, they'd crossed a line, and the fighter squadron's message resounded clearly in the winter tundra: No further.
Closer to the ground, the Armoured Division took aim at the emergent magical creatures and their magician hosts, aiding the charge of Morgan's ghostly familiar knights with the efforts of their modern-day counterparts to break their lines and thin their ranks as they and Erosa made haste for the Coven Magicians responsible for all this.
Strangely, despite the city being where the sirens blared loudest, the fighting was the thickest at the outskirts. Capital City itself seemed to be as bustling as ever, though the sidewalk and vehicle traffic shuffled orderly towards the shelter entrances. Yet there were a number of small-time entrepeneurs, street-side hustlers that refused to budge.
They hadn't had this much engagement drifting their way in a while.
"Hey you! Buddy! You want a hot dog?"