The scene opens to show the outside of an amazingly constructed stone building, a public transportation unite. Around it are vehicles, mounts and transportation of all kinds. There’s a light buzz of commotion to leave the reader believing it’s a very busy destination.
Finally scene pans onto the people there (dressed in gowns, robes and other fantasy related clothing. Some almost appear alien like with tentacles or horns), and the mass panic falling upon them. They are all attempting to flee though from what is uncertain, absolutely no one is standing their gown.
Finally a hunched stranger is shown, someone walks against the crowed towards wherever they’re trying to flee from. Heavily robed, you see hints of elaborate armour and two claw like blades at their hands. Feathers fall from under the robe.
As the stranger continues to make their way through the crowed they notice a child standing alone crying. The stranger makes no hesitation, alert and in action. In a rush they dart towards the child pushing past people in the process.
At the very last second, as a shadow seems to grow over the child, the stranger snatches up the child and moves out the way as a long whip like thing smacks into the stone ground where they had been.
An abomination of a monster stands feet from them, boils, sores, rotting flesh and what appears to be mutated human bodies form its mass. Giving a bone rattling cry, as if in pain, it’s lifeless face turns it’s attention the stranger and child as the stranger sets the child down on a bench where they stand bewildered for a moment.
The stranger is then in action. rushing to fight the hideous abomination. Pulling out two long blades they cut and hack at different pieces with no avail. Finally the monster swings knocking them in the head and sending them flying back. As the rubble settles you see the stranger gone- but their shadow slowly descends on the creature as they come flying down—- behind them magnificently angelic wings spread out into the sunlight. As if blinded the creature never moves, before it’s pieced through the skull.
Having won, the female angel stands in a mess of blood, pieces of the monster screaming and wiggling still. While she starts smashing them under her boot a few people come from hiding- and take a moment to stare in awe.
The angel turns, her eyes almost vacant- and with a beauty that has the sun radiating off of her (like the reflection from the sun on glass).
Seeing her face- there’s complete and utter silence. The angel pulls her hood up quickly to hide her face.
A stone hits her side, and she turns to see the child she’d once saved standing with a rock in hand. Her mother standing by her with the same. Both have a look of discust and hate on their face… finally the rest move to take hold of their own ammo, throwing stones at their savior.
"You’re kind’s not wanted here!!"
She turns quickly, almost as if ashamed… and walks away slowly as stones clank against her armoured form from behind.