"Quickly, we cannot miss the portal!" Iudica shouted over her shoulder, his voice calm but strong. His legs pounded below him, lurching his body forward in strong, powerful bounds. He was sprinting with every ounce of energy he had, his gaze fixed on the goal which lie before him: The portal. It was a shadow left behind, a strange anamoly which occurs after a time traveler leaps into another era. A single, glowing ring floats in the air, wavering and quivering with a white light that has both the appearance of fire and water. There was nothing else special about it, however; no world can be seen through it, no sound can be heard from it. Just a simple, white ring levatating a few feet off the ground. And it was slowly shrinking. One would think that the Guardians wouldn't have to go through this much trouble, scrambling towards the ring left behind from one retreating time traveler. They could create they're own ring, and time travel themselves. But they were tracking a Prime. That ring of light was left by it, and it was they're only hope of locating they're enemies. Iudica had no idea where era the Primes had jumped to. His only hope of finding out? Jump through that portal. His booted feet no longer found pavement to pound on, as his body sprung into the air. "Prepare for transport!" Iudica bellowed as he reached for his weapon that rested on his back. The blade of the sycthe unfolded as he removed it from its resting place. He lifted the weapon into a fast strike postion, preparing for whatever lay beyond that portal.