“Good morrow, tiny humans! You built this world? Quaint."

Archer Queen boomed as she towered over the city, long violet hair rippling behind her jeweled crown, a colossal crossbow slung across her shoulder. Her emerald-green battle dress clung tightly to her curvaceous frame, cinched with a gold-and-violet belt that shimmered against her skin. A majestic golden crown adorned her long, straight violet hair, which framed her icy stare with an air of measured contempt.

"Alas, my archer clan and I shall build better upon its ruins once we defeat the rival Clashians. Prepare to see the most epic battle of your puny little lives, little humans! And fear not! For when we take our victory, I shall RULE OVER YOU with both fierceness, as well as kindness...”

Archer Queen added, thundering as she towered over the city with her hands on her proud hips. Casting a shadow over us like we are now obsolete, as her clan of all-female archers built their encampment right over our city as if it was not even there. As they carelessly trodden over cars, houses, buildings and anything else in their way with reckless abandon. Thick gold bracers adorned her wrists, glinting in the sunlight as she stepped barefoot onto what remained of the city, crushing buildings like brittle clay beneath her. Her bare soles, powerful and unbothered, pressed into the earth with the casual indifference of a goddess claiming her shrine. Flattened without thought.