I was shoved back – not by the water itself, but the tide of bodies that were struck, crushed and thrown by the afterimage.
Dominos!
…I don’t know, I’m just trying to find some kind of brightness in here.
As I was pushed backward, hard, I was spun by an impact at my shoulder. My arm slammed against a windowsill, and it exploded with a sharp, jarring pain.
Ouch!
I landed on my back, saw someone else get sent head over heels over the crowd, colliding against the wall with an audible cracking sound, landing limp as a rag doll, a matter of feet from me. He had a trumpet and a flag on his chest.
That, uh, doesn’t sound very promising for Trumpetflag.
Escutcheon deceased, CD-6. Herald deceased, CD-6.
Trumpetflag wasn’t good enough for you, eh, Herald?
I’m honestly surprised that attack only killed two people.
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