There are few phrases more loaded than "They're here."
Maybe some variety of expletives directed at a particular person can be loaded, but "they're here" can be positive, negative, happy, sad... scared. It was perhaps not the smartest thing to muse about while stalking down a chaotic alleyway in a city that grew up as much as out, but it was the first thought that came to Skieros' mind as he made his way away from the port.
His ship, the Eclipse, was docked for repairs in the city, his crew on leave god-knew-where, and from his room overlooking the ocean he had seen the sails closing in on the city hours before the land troops had neared.
It still wasn't enough time to escape, however. And so he found himself stalking down this alleyway, the frantic shouting and clashing of steel echoing around him from both above and below as the city turned itself inside out. Normally, he would be revelling in the chaos around him, but with the Nikidian army on their way, and his usual method of escape currently out of commission, the opportunity for revelry was significantly diminished. Skieros sighed, flipped his sword into his left hand, drew a pistol with his right, and headed into the street.
"Well this is going to be a right pain."