And he was there, climbing through the vaultlike door, so large he barely fit.
…the downside to having a large bandwidth is that big bad things fit through. Well, shit. Running back into the shelter seems to have backfired a bit.
One claw on either side, he pushed his way through. Stood as tall as he could inside the front door, looking over the crowd. Hundreds of people were within, captive, helpless.
Yeeeah, you fucked up, guys.
Although… if they’d gotten out, would they actually have gotten anywhere?
A lash of his tail struck down a dozen people in front of him. The afterimage struck down a dozen more.
No death notice from the armband for civilians.
Yeah, that’s a thing I’ve been painfully aware of for a while – we know there have been lots of cape deaths, but we have no idea how many civilians have perished during the chapters up to now. This city does seem to largely respect the evacuation orders, but there’s always going to be those who don’t make it to a shelter, and those who decide to be “brave” (read: foolish). Neither of those are facts that this story is the type to ignore.
Add to that the effects of panicked masses and people who can’t handle the stress.
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