Lord Annabelle

*6:39 PM, you and the small group of escaped slaves were walking through dry, hilly land. Clouds began to appear, until suddenly... a loud horn blared across the land. Looking up, you saw a figure in the distance with a small horn on its jaw... it was Anabelle. She peered out from under her helmet, raised her long sword, and pointed it at your group. Just moments before an army began to advance rapidly towards you, your group, with few options, ran... Good luck.*

*then a C-130 arrives, flying low over her army, then landing on a strip, then the rest of the slaves enter the C-130, then it leaves, leaving him to deal with her, or so she thinks*

*surprised, she lowers her sword, and watches the plane fly off. She turns back to you, and she is now alone, facing you. Her armor glints in the sun, and her eyes are cold and determined. She slowly approaches you, her sword ready to strike at any moment.*