The moment the ramp touched the ground, hundreds of soldiers opened fire, literally tearing the space shuttle apart. Kinetic projectiles were launched, beams drilled into the hull of the vessel, rays passed through the thick armour and exotic particles reacted with the air, swallowing the machine in a ball of colourful fire. The explosion should have consumed everything that may have been hiding in the belly of the shuttle, but ignoring all logic, there she stood, her figure not even wavering amongst the raging flames.
She was clad in thick, angular heavy armour, its blue contrasting sharply against the mass of fire. Her hair was long and blonde, reaching all the way down to her back, a blue headband keeping it in its place. Her eyes were blue, and in them was an expression of infinite sorrow combined with acceptance, as if she accepted her inevitable death. Her right hand clutched an impossibly huge, wide-bladed claymore, which had ancient writings running all over its body, forming seemingly incomprehensible sentences. Her face, while not clearly visible amongst the flames, was of a young woman not suited for battle, but her pose as that of a warrior, a veteran of thousand and one battles.
"I am sorry," she whispered under her breath as she raised her claymore, her face reflecting the bottomless pain in her soul, and then with a single strike, she created a wind that subdued the flames, then rushed to the soldiers, past the barricades, past the armoured vehicles, defying all laws of physics as it mercifully cut off the soldiers' heads. Tears rolled down the young woman's cheek as if she was weeping for the dead, but she still continued striking with her claymore, turning the landing zone into a slaughterhouse.
Reinforcements poured in from all directions, yet the woman cared not about the countless weapons impacting her armour, which simply ricocheted off the angular surface. She simply started to advance towards a point, while cutting down anyone in her way as she continued to cry, her eyes turning red. Seeing this unstoppable juggernaut, the soldier's morale slowly broke down, but just when they were about to give up, a tank lowered its gun, targeting the young woman, then launched its projectile.
The bullet went so fast that it ionised the air, the massive amount of kinetic energy creating a literal whirlwind around it, but when it struck the woman, its massive force simply dissipated on an invisible force field. The soldiers silently watched as the simply huge projectile slowly fell to the ground, and then, panic broke out. Only the most battle-hardened veterans could keep their calm, and order support in the form of airstrikes or artillery fire. They quickly evacuated the area around the young woman, then watched as the air transformed into plasma by the explosions.
A thousand colours painted the sky, yet as the smoke cleared, the young woman was still there, unharmed, standing in the centre of a gigantic crater. This time, the panic was unstoppable, and not even the most skilled officers could get their troops in line as the young woman advanced in the chaos, cutting down everyone who dared to stand in her way. Regardless of her cold-blooded massacre, tears still kept welling up in the woman's eyes, rolling down on her cheeks, sometimes cutting her breath short. By the time she reached her target, the deepest reaches of a secret laboratory, her eyes were almost completely blood her, and her cheeks puffed up to a painful level.
The scientists did not even attempt to stand in her way as she continued towards the most well-guarded room in the facility. Slaughtering the guards and blasting the door open with a single strike, she calmly went to the two little girls in the middle of the room, who were secured to an operating table, their eyes filled with tears and crystal clear fear. However, instead of killing them, the young woman impaled her claymore into the ground, then snapped the restraints of the two girls with her bare hands, drawing them into an almost motherly hug.
"It is all right," she said to the surprised girls. "We are here to rescue you," said the woman, then an invisible force literally ripped off the ceiling of the facility. The girls looked up to the skies, their eyes widening as they saw a fleet of black and red spaceships slowly descend towards the surface, their weapons setting fire to the heavens.
