“Security breach!”

“Stop them!”

“They’re heading for the royal chambers!”

The guard springs into action, her movements instinctive. She speeds to where she is needed, her body reacting to the obstacles in its path before she is consciously aware of them. She flies around a corner and along the corridors of the palace, towards the protection of its most precious inhabitants.

As she closes in on the doors to the chamber where her younger sovereign rests, she catches sight of the trespasser. The scaly creature looks to be of adolescent age, and the arrogance of youth is written all over its features. It smirks at her approach.

The guard does not flinch, dropping close to the ground as she swoops toward her adversary. Months of hard drilled training regimens have prepared her for almost any kind of adversary. Her opponent’s expression changes to one of shock as the armoured skull of the pegasus smashes into his gut. A gust of flame shoots over her head, narrowly avoiding burning her wings.

She is quick to pounce on the creature, pressing her advantage. An armour-clad hoof presses down firmly on the creature’s throat, preventing it from breathing any more fearsome blasts. Her wings flare to the sides as she snarls into its face.

“You are under arrest, punk!”

The commotion of her battle has not gone unnoticed, as the doors of the chamber beyond her are opened. The younger sovereign, barely the same size as the guard herself, regards the scene with surprise.

“However did a dragon find its way in here, pray tell?”

“Our sincerest apologies, Highness. I know not, but I shall restrain this one as long as needed!”

“Most commendable!”