[ Harper is standing over the edge of the closest valley, dressed all in a form fitting black suit of sorts. Very professional looking, of course. The handgun in her hip and the rifle on her back at least indicates that Harper shares his opinion on guns. Since she can't depend on her magic as much as everyone else, she'll simply shoot between the eyes everything she can.

When she turns, her expression is sour. Yeah he's early, great. That means they can get over with it faster, but also means her carefully prepared plan is not so carefully prepared anymore.

Thunder roars over her head and circle of lightning shines on the land below for a moment, followed by yet more thunder. ]

A week ago a group of six Heavenly magic users decided the world was overdue an Apocalypse, so they obtained the shard of an old mystic weapon and tried to summon God. As in, the Judeo-Christian God.

[ Yeah, she's not even going to say hi. Seriously ruining her plans. ]

Before you ask, they didn't summon God. The sons of bitches didn't even know they had a shard of Uriel's flaming sword. You know Uriel, right? Righteous angel guarding the gates of Eden? Might not be God, but still has a righteous boner for punishing humans. It might not even be Uriel the thing they brought here, but whatever it is they summoned is sucking the life out of them. Then it's going to suck dry the closest town, and so on.

[ Siiiiiiigh. ]

That's where you come in.