The street was silent, too silent.  Even the usual distant sound of traffic and the general life in a city was missing.  There was no sound except for the faint rustle of a few leaves in a breeze.  Then, what could only be described as a sharp noise with no sound.  The Guardians felt a sudden tension, as if someone had reached into their chests and squeezed their hearts, followed by the sound of shattering glass.<br/><br/>A woman was visible above, propelled with incredible force out of the side of a building.  She seemed to hang in the air for the briefest of moments, then plummeted to the ground.  She struck the pavement with a crash instead of a thud, the pavement cracking around where she had landed.<br/><br/>The woman staggered to her feet, her clothes, sword, and the small gemstone around her neck marking her as a Guardian.  She looked in rather bad shape, her hair in disarray and her clothes battered.  More strangely, her skin seemed to be almost glowing.  Once she was standing, she lifted her sword in a ready position, her eyes locked upwards on the building that she had just been launched out of.