Above the skies of the human city known as Paris, a large battleship hummed as it began to blast down molten plasma shells in a steady air strike before the dropships began to descend from it as the main part of the invasion force. Many Sebillians line up in front of the door as they wait, the sound of ballistic flak rounds peppering the titanium walls. Azah was in one of the lines. Her plasma rifle ready as her yellow eyes narrow waiting to enter the fray, with a crashing thump the Dropship landed and secured itself crushing an unfortunate human tank as the door slammed open. The Sebillians roar out as they began to charge the enemy lines, plasma fire erupting from their rifles as bullets sped back at them. One round bouncing off of Azah's armor as she fired back, sending a round of plasma completely blowing off the head of a defending human. She looks over the battlefield on the city bloc, gunfire and thunderous plasma echoing off the concrete walls.