Somewhere in the midst of the skyscrapers a light fighter was dog-fighting a revolutionary. Back and forth they went, exchanging fire and evading obstacles and other fighters. Its sturdy frame and energy accelerators made this aircraft a good choice as its ability to maneuver in close quarters was unparalleled to almost all other airborne craft. 

"Incoming missile. Take precautionary measures." The navigation system droned out.

The pilot screamed into the com, "Deploy flares dammit!" The console screen then went red, small letters flashed "Flare systems damaged."

"Oh sh-" Was the last thing that came out of his mouth as the missile hit, the eruption caused the light fighter to burst into flames, consuming everything until it was a husk. The wreckage then touched down into a street, skittering across the debris filled pavement and exploding once more.

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Dog fights like these were happening all over the city and on the ground key locations were being targeted. The old One would come crashing down this night and the new One would takes its place. 

Down in a particular street several Old guards were running away from a group of Sons. Shots were being fired back at each other constantly and even civilians were not spared from the crossfire. This is the street that Errald finds himself in now and Brynhild was not far away.