This scene is from the perspective of a 13yo girl, well, it's a fight scene. It doesn't need much of an introduction. :)
Then, with startling abruptness and despite her closed eyes, a picture of Besona’s town center appeared before her. The building was ablaze in shades of red, yellow and orange and a near-black haze of smoke billowed into the sky. Splinters from market stalls lay across the grassy square, some shattered beyond repair. However, it was the sight of the townsfolk that made her heart leap from her chest. Terror streaked across their faces as they fled from the massive force of monsters and black-cloaked men spread out behind them.
I can’t really be seeing this she thought. It’s just a dream.
She pushed against her lids, but they refused to budge. She wrestled with her muscles futilely for several moments until, at last, the images dissolved and then refocused from a fresh vantage point. It was one she recognized instantly -- her bedroom window.
A rush of panic swept over her as a surge of Grarmen and cloaked strangers dashed down her street meeting the town’s regiment of soldiers at their freshly constructed barricade. Bile rose in her throat. It had been years since her provincial fishing village had been raided and the garrison had grown since, but it seemed tiny next to the oncoming foes.