Gwen drove her heels hard into her flying mount's sleek flanks, her posture locked low over the beast's neck as the freezing stratospheric wind tore at her braided hair. Beneath her leather gloves, her solar blade flared with a terrifying, sudden brilliance, its gold light turning thick and viscous, casting a high-temperature thermal shield around her vanguard. The intense, radiating heat was so immense it systematically began to melt the thick limestone armor of the incoming imperial drones, liquefying their geometric joints into dripping grey slag before they could even close the distance to her frontline fighters.
"They're trying to box us in, Queen!" a wolf warrior roared over the telepathic link, his flying beast spiraling sharply to avoid a ten-foot lance of platinum fire.
"Don't lose your velocity!" Gwen barked back, her golden eyes tracking the shifting patterns of the imperial fleet. "Hrothgar! Follow the alpha's wake!"
