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Egan slipped from Easter's hold, almost as though he was trying to push away from her. Already the child began to emit an unearthly glow that attracted the attention of one or two nearby people. The child's limbs began stretching unnaturally, as though they were made of something other than flesh. His clothing seemed possessed by the same power, pulled in different directions by a miniature cyclone centered around the boy. In less than a minute, the radiance around his body died away, and he rose on his own legs. When his eyes met Easter's, they were cold and critical.

While Alaina felt the trio behind her the entire way she walked, she couldn't help but wonder what the noise was coming from just above the riot only feet in front of her. Not that she cared about what the trio did, said or thought, but their was a child with an infant behind her as well.

Turning around, she heard the concerned words of the "mother" and looked as the infant slipped from it's caretakers hold. Oh god, again?! As the child writhed and flailed, he began to grow and become .. larger, less chubby. Wow.

Alaina noticed a group gawking at the child and as they began to approach, she stepped in front of one, "You'd better back the ******** off if you know what's good for you." For christ sakes, they were both kids. Not like she cared, but she didn't want the poor kid to get bombarded. Besides, if she knocked these people out, that's more chances at her getting some food.

An elderly man sat atop one of the supply carts, concentrating on the backs of his horses as they were led to the Marsalles Estates. Sweat collected in the ridges of his wrinkled brow. Thankfully, the soldiers on either side of him were enthusiastic about their work, keeping that wretched mob away from his precious cargo. He was lucky to be given this position; he had served the Becque family dutifully for years, even prior to Sehket's appearance.

Just as he was praying for protection, his skull was struck by a hard object. His vision blurred, and then consciousness escaped him.

The horses began to stray off the set path, obviously terrified by the angry noises around them. A soldier looked up to see that the driver had collapsed. He gave a shout to another soldier, but the crowd had already been set off.

A barrage of trash, stones, and insults were hurled at the convoy. The horses pushed further off course, and then the crowd spilled forward like a dangerous wave, crashing against the cart of supplies. Soldiers worked quickly to hack at the bodies around them, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people rushing forward. An additional set of security forces, employed specifically for taking care of this type of incident, moved towards the attacked cart, cutting into the crowd indiscriminately.

[ . . . ]

Adalei clung even more closely to Elliot's size, dizzy from the noise and energy of the people around her. She watched in horror as women threw up their arms, screaming in terror before being cut open. The soldiers were now swinging with frenzied passion into the crowd, slaying people who were obviously trying to escape. People ran everywhere like a swarm of bees, some trying to get away from the bloodthirsty soldiers, others taking their chance to grab supplies from the caravan.

"Haven't you had enough?" Adalei cried out to her companion. "This is too much, I don't want to be here anymore!"

Without speaking, Elliot led her through the thick mob of people, back away from the main street where people still tested the line of soldiers. Adalei pushed and twisted until she had made it towards a side-street with less people. However, as she began looking around, slow dread spread in her chest: Elliot was no longer with her.

Fae's throw was even better than Kaley had hoped for, the chaos of the cart ahead of her going wild and the sudden surge of bodies towards those guards caused the line to collapse as the press of bodies went right to her and beyond. Of course she coldly and callously hacked away at bodies, a couple however slipped by her. She twisted and reached for one of them, her arm going wide for a moment as a needle flicked out of a hiding place in her bracer and stabbed down, poison-tip first into the cart driver's leg.

Kaley gasped as she grabbed the person nearest the cart driver and threw them back easily, stabbing them as they hit the ground and in the chaos, dropping the poisoned needle down near their hand. The blade was back out and into the side of the next victim to be levered and shoved back into the other bodies pressing in. The slaughter went on after that like normal, assured that the cart driver of the second cart would not survive much longer with a potent, and deadly poison running through his veins.

Traugott had been so very involved in watching the slaughter against his will, he felt the trinkets only as they weighed heavy in his pocket. He glanced down and touched the new weight with his fingertips, drawing away suddenly at the cold. He glanced around, looking for who might have returned the objects (how strange!). Seeing no one, he turned back to the slaughter and, possibly encompassed by some sort of mass hysteria, hefted a large rock and threw it hard at the supply cart.

The cart driver noticed a pinch in his leg, looking down to see a soldier right beside him. As he opened his mouth to yell at her, he felt his throat clench, and then his muscles began to shudder uncontrollably. His eyes glazed before he fell over the side of the cart. Without his confident hand on the reigns, the horses of this cart began to deviate off the path as well.

A soldier, noticing the empty wagon seat, ran to grab onto the reigns, attempting to stop a second cart from going off course. However, just as the man felt he was gaining some sort of control over the situation, he heard a new uproar at the front of the train of wagons.

A tangle of bodies rushed another cart as a large stone apparently had broken through the side of one wooden wagon.

The peaceful district of Kensington lay ahead as Adalei continued her brisk pace. Passing beneath the shadow of Vision Tower, she kept her blonde head well-concealed under her thin shawl. She breathed a sigh as her feet met safe ground, though her heart still ached in Elliot's absence.

She convulsed as someone's arm suddenly slipped around her shoulder, then relaxed as she felt the familiar coolness of Elliot's skin. Biting back tears, Adalei began to berate him just as he tightened the clasp of a chain around her neck, Trau's locket hanging at the end of it.

"You--!!"" she started, her face hot with anger. "I told you, I don't need anymore of these things! So this is why--" She stumbled over the words, frustration obviously getting the better of her. "I can't believe you! How could you do this to me?"

Elliot ran his fingers through her hair. Though he maintained his usual smile, his customarily unreadable eyes seemed somehow cooler.

"Let's get under cover," he said. "Look, that place looks like it could be fun." He pointed at a large building ahead, the sign declared it as, "Raither Theater."

With an arm around her shoulder, he steered the pair towards the building. After climbing through a window, he helped Adalei in as well, trying a cheerful whistle to lighten the obviously foul mood.

"The place looks empty," Elliot commented. "I wonder if it's abandoned."