Yes, he is the one they want, and he's just served himself to them on a silver platter. The dragon form that sweeps in before the house is perhaps enough to draw the crowds back, but only just. In spite of the wave of terror this inspires, it only seems to infuriate them beyond reproach. It's not so easily that they'll relent.
With outcries of hateful rage and "GET HIM!!!" the crowd precedes to hurl whatever they have in their arsenal. There are more molotovs, bursting in bright bombs around his feet.
Some whizz past him into the house, which decidedly burns and smolders behind him. Melita will not find it so easy to rescue these beloved creatures, and soon smoke will cloud around her. Caves aren't ventilated well. Get out while you can, honeybee, or suffer the consequences of your allegiance.
But the apple of their eye draws the crowd's attention. Despite their fear, they wage war - for now. Real stones are retrieved from the ground and used to pelt him. One slams against his face, a mark of the promise of something much worse. A frenzy of pitchforks and hands reach and jab for the governor, and whatever will he do as they press in like starved animals? Will he succumb to their desires of seeing his blood spilt along the ground?
My, what a sight.
With outcries of hateful rage and "GET HIM!!!" the crowd precedes to hurl whatever they have in their arsenal. There are more molotovs, bursting in bright bombs around his feet.
Some whizz past him into the house, which decidedly burns and smolders behind him. Melita will not find it so easy to rescue these beloved creatures, and soon smoke will cloud around her. Caves aren't ventilated well. Get out while you can, honeybee, or suffer the consequences of your allegiance.
But the apple of their eye draws the crowd's attention. Despite their fear, they wage war - for now. Real stones are retrieved from the ground and used to pelt him. One slams against his face, a mark of the promise of something much worse. A frenzy of pitchforks and hands reach and jab for the governor, and whatever will he do as they press in like starved animals? Will he succumb to their desires of seeing his blood spilt along the ground?
My, what a sight.
