Over the bright sky it was clear the day was clear and beautiful despite the hostilities of yesterday, but something was wierd, the he sat was getting darker, but it was still midday, it couldn’t be as dark as it is. Then they look up to see a plane of supermassive size flying thousands of feet above the ground and blocking the sun, to the trained eye is was clearly one of teprors Beamoth bombers flying overhead. But they arent dropping bombs, for when the dreaded bomb-bay doors open, only leaflets fall out of it. The leaflets slowl fly down to the ground some swaying into the land, some falling straight down. Some land in the sea, some in trees, and some to their knees. In almost every language in sparkalia the leaflets had the same message plastard all over it. "Atention this area is about to become a battleground, for the safety of all parties involved, you have 15 minutes upon these leaflets flying out of the plane to evacuate! For those illiterate in the art of telling time when the sun lowers 2 degrees to the ground. Anyone still in the area evacuating will not be treated as combatants, but may become collateral damage."
Over in one of Teprors bases across the way from the Rios. Hundreds of planned seeming mobilized out of nowhere start heating up their engines, troops flood into the dropship's as they slowly get into the air one by one, hovering in formation waiting for their CAS fighters to warm up their engines. Their engines slowly warm up, the terrifying screams of wind being blown out of a concentrated area rock the base. Each of them carrying four Wildfire bombs with enough firepower to burn an entire forest to the ground with just the impact alone.
Then when all was said and done, the CAS aircraft began to fly towards the ground point, fingers on their triggers, arms on their thrusters, and a bæmoth
