From within the flames and debris stood a single dark robed figure. His every step seemed to part and snuff the flares like an overgrown candle. Milky crimson pupils framed by fringes of chocolate brown hair examined what remained of Cellin City, capital of Escaria. His home. There was no military response, for their world did not require one so long as Corellian, as he was known here, was alive. For as long as he lived, they merely need place him between the Gate and an invader of any size or proportion, and none would get through. It would appear his absence was the loose clause in the contract that allowed this to happen. He blamed hinself, since at the time he was halfway across the universe trapped in a reality marble. 

But no more. A spectral voice called out not to him, but his Guardian Edge that sat comfortably sheathed at his waist. A power plumed within them both that granted the impetus required to fuel a single teleportation that autopiloted them home.

A single snap of his finger triggered pocket waves of cerulean blue that expelled the lingering flames, dropping the temperature back to a cozy 76 degrees. In the same moment he located his summoner. He wasn't sure how developed the creature was, but he could assume it was not totally atavistic since it was capable of communication on at least some level. As for his steed? 

"Dimensional Lockdown." He stomped his foot and a sine wave flickered beneath him once. To the mundane eye not a single blade of grass seemed to be disturbed. On the abstract and coterminous planes it was a fucilade of colors and warped space. It acted as a connector instead of the usual signal jammer, tying the planes together in a single location. This disallowed dimensional travel from within and without a particular area like condensing all of the lanes of a road into one. It's stigma stuck, too. Any creature within the massive AOE would be confined to this setting.... or wherever it happened to be at the time of its activation. Such as the heavens. Neither he or his steed would be making any returns trips to Escaria this day should they leave. And make no mistake, they were leaving one way or another.

-This may be it for me Ishtalle. Should I fail, handle my final affairs. Pass on the Core to Gwyn.-

~By my blade, you will not fail. We will not fail. We cannot fail, if we are together.~

Empowered by her words, he drew his Guardian Edge katana with his right hand, entering a traditional dueling stance. Her eutactic mirror-like edge was held parallel to his right ear lobe, gripped with both graphene gauntleted hands. He took a deep breath as he felt the long-sleeping Nexus Core power on from within him. The wind whipped ferociously about him. Power welled as though it came from a fountain, and pure mana precipitated from his eyes in blue streaks. He felt powerful. More so than he had in ages, but it was not inebriating. One whom was used to holding power was not overcome by it. His eyes would now meet with the creature. The onus of the first move was generally not on a guardians shoulders by dint of their profession.

The onus was upon the Baron.

[Hider]Edit: Grammar/spelling appropriation.[/hider]