Picture, and a bit of writing to go with it.
Loosed from the dark, rusted factory fortress of the Cult of Dred, Warfare's very presence was enough to strike fear into even the Guardians of Celestia. Buildings shook and trembled, Zetonians fled the burning wreckage of their homes as the thunderous footsteps and cracking laser fire drew ever closer. Sowing destruction with each footfall was only a consequence of Warfare's being. Her real target was the Fortress of Steele. However, standing between her and the fortress, was Sentinel. Motionless, and seemingly unperturbed by the giant standing before him.
"Get out of my way." Warfare ordered. Glaring up at the apocalyptic war machine, Sentinel readied himself, and his weapons.