Ironhollow 15

Paisley stepped out of the interview office, into the square. The sound of the sirens hit her like a horse.
Now regretting her running off, she searched desperately for Arden. Catching a glimpse of her sister's red coat, she stumbled forward, and said, "Arden!"
The red coat turned. It was an elderly woman, looking annoyed. "Oh, sorry, i-" The woman hobbled away. No one really had the time to speak during an invasion.
"Paisley!" someone hailed from behind. Paisley turned to see Arden jogging towards her.
"There you are! Honestly, why would you run off like that?!" Arden scolded.
Paisley just took hold of her hand, dragging her in the direction of the Artisan's Branch.

At the house, Poppy had taken out her weapons.
Don't get the wrong idea, she's not some child psychopath, she's a Military Initiate, and they supply their most trustworthy Initiates with emergency weapons.

(I know what you're thinking 'Wow, that's totally safe, giving children weapons.' Well, don't blame me, i didn't make it up. Oh wait, i did.)

She handed Victoria a pistol. Victoria squeaked and dropped it. She took instead a billy club. "You realize that i won't actually use this, right?" Victoria said.
"Fine. Give it here." Poppy took the billy club and the dropped pistol, placing them back in the with the rest of the weapons.
"Fine, no weapons. But we do need to protect ourselves if this is an invasion." Poppy said. She practiced a couple punching motions. She was okay at hand-to-hand.
Victoria shook her head. "You're reading way to much into this. Maybe their storm sirens, ever think of that?"
Poppy shook her head. "I didn't have to. Look out the window. Not a cloud in the sky. Besides, the storm sirens sound way different. Trust me, we are under attack."