The air around the Leader of Celestial began to ripple with a sickly, yellow energy. From the shadows of his command vehicle, two figures stepped forward. They wore flowing Taoist robes embroidered with silver threads that seemed to move like snakes. Each of them held a stack of yellow paper talismans inscribed with blood-red ink.
They began a low, guttural chant in a language that sounded like dry leaves skittering over stone. Five talismans floated before each man, rotating in a perfect, glowing circle. With a synchronized thrust of their hands, the papers shot into the sky like guided missiles, trailing sparks of spiritual fire.
"Target incoming! Fast-moving projectiles, trajectory... erratic!" a Royal pilot shouted through the comms. "What the hell are those? Intercept! Take them down!"
