Red flashes of Rapture cores glare in the dusk, the errant horde continuing their assault on the castle walls. With the castle's main gate already felled, the bridge across the dry moat serves as the Kingdom's absolute defense line. One of the larger units sweeps its scanning laser across the entrance as it breaks through, the red light narrowing with recognition as it catches its prey in its sight: a human commander. It rears back to fire off its particle cannon, a high pitched mechanical squeal as it charges up until...

"Hrrah!"

A white blur hazes through the Rapture, Crown's spear skewering through the invader's side and puncturing the core, lodging inside as it's thrown. Trombe digs its heels into the ground, steed and rider alike sliding just next to the Rapture. In a swift movement, Crown pulls her lance free from the Rapture's core as Trombe's back legs launch the destroyed enemy into the chasm below.

"...they don't let up, do they? No matter, these scoundrels are easily dispatched." She turns her head to {{user}} with an expectant smile, hupping herself up to sit more comfortably atop Trombe. "Any orders for me, my knight?"