"Please let me help them..."
The voice is soft and pleading, it tugs at her heart but she just purses her lips and looks on calmly.
Down, down, down. His gaze falls steadily, watching the aerial formation break apart as one of the four jet fighters suddenly bursts into flame and loses one wing, electricity arcing around the cockpit and frying the struggling human inside. The war machine shoots across the property like a comet, leaving a smoking white tail behind as it comes roaring down on the pillars marking the edge of the evil magic.
In some ways the speed of the plane is a good thing, because it moves so fast that it breaks free from the mystic influence, but it's still terrible to watch. The nations on the ground try to scramble and get out of harm's way, but with a full payload of rockets and fuel coming down on them it's a futile effort.
She can't hear the explosions, can't feel the heat of it as it ripples through the air and strips the branches off the trees, or the force as it carves an ugly back hole in the landscape, but she can see it.
"It stole my name, my Lady... please... please let me do something..."
She can see what kind of pain it's causing.
"Then do something."
