"Yes...it's me, Daniel Emberweave..." he began. "Now, General William Moore, would you please surrender before—"
With a screech, General Moore lunged at Daniel, claws and fangs bared in feral glee, consumed by his imagined triumph.
The general's claws were mere inches from Daniel when a punch from a white silhouette sent him flying backwards, crashing into the wreckage of a plane with a deafening boom.
The fuel leak ignited from the impact, causing a massive explosion that blew the hangar roof off. A white figure with three pairs of wings emerged, shielding Daniel. Her holy steel armor gleamed with divine light as she protected her lord. It was Michaela.
"...Things got out of hand," Daniel finished his sentence with a weary sigh. He opened a book titled "How to Be a Good Leader" and scribbled "Is it possible?" above a rule stating, "A good leader strives to negotiate first when there's a problem."
