The first sign something was wrong came in the form of static. Radios... televisions... all forms of electronic communication devices produced only static, all of Glaruindem and the surrounding area suddenly converted into a dead zone deep into the mountains and far beyond the city-state limits. Without warning, large sections of the stone streets depressed and slid aside, heavily armed troops swarming out of the new openings. More troops spilled out of opened sections of walls in the many older buildings of the city, including the central council hall where all matters of government took place. Perhaps most alarming was the mounted dragon which charged out of the new entrance to the council chambers. It was a tempest dragon, armored in some substance which resembled kevlar with a helmet to match, almost exactly what one would expect to see if the uniform of a human infantry soldier had been adapted to fit a dragon. A soldier was on the dragon's back, manning what resembled a gatling gun mounted to some type of saddle.
Portals to Elune would open in unison throughout the countryside and just outside the city, similarly-equipped Tempests rushing into the battle and initiating a counterattack mere moments after their appearance, taking full advantage of the element of surprise. These were dragons unlike nearly every clan in Neuva. Fast and effective, they fought with a skilled coordination rarely seen outside the most highly trained ranks of a military. And this was very much a planned, coordinated assault, thousands of mounted dragons joining the battle in hardly a minute. Without so much as a radio to communicate with, the defending force expected the Imperialists to quickly fall into disorganized chaos.
More tempests poured into the mountains, heavily armed with oversized weapons. Many carried parts of artillery, particularly anti-aircraft. Without a single pass through the mountains, Imperial aircraft reinforcements were expected.
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