Word of the latest war between the two nations had entered Kenasa not even a week before today. The people aligned with either nation had heard, and upon hearing, started the fight long before the army arrived. As such, even with the force on their doorstep, the people of Kenasa, and the guards stationed there, were too busy with internal affairs to deal with the oncoming army.
The first person to notice the oncoming force was a young lady, probably not even 20, of red hair and fiery attitude. She saw them arriving from the highest patio of the many layered city. Upon seeing it, she rushed down to the streets, which were still recovering from the latest scuffle, yelling at the top of her lungs. “They’re here!” She says, her accent somewhere between the coarse and the refined(Her accent is some mix of Irish and British). “The Nikidian army’s here!”
Commander Jacques looked on at the city as he and his corp followed their commanding officers. He smirked, ready to take the city. History had shown that this was always the one most easily taken, and he was looking forward to it.