All the pathways in Lokarot were filled with a golden surge, as Guardians gathered outside the city gates like droplets in a river, at the forefront of darkness. They jumped from the high walls, the few hundred pounds of their "iron can" armors smashing onto the ground as if nothing were amiss. They descended like dumplings, yet this act was performed with a magical order; as one squad landed, not long after, the next would jump, while the previous made its way forward, clearing a landing spot for their falling comrades. Overall, the Guardian troops looked like a perfectly operating machine.