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Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d6)
With renewed haste, the Man in the Suit resumed his course toward the Admiralty building. A procession of carriages bearing elaborate coats of arms swept past him. He recognized most of them. This was why the Guards had closed the bridge: to allow these parasites safe passage. They were fleeing upcountry, away from the advancing airfleet.
The Lords Regent. The man spat and cursed in a most ungentlemanly manner. At the very least, he was reasonably certain they would ensure the royal family's safety. Anything less, and the people would demand their heads.
Tumult erupted into a riot as a great mass of people attempted to breach the blockade and gain access to the bridge. There were shouts, screams, orders were barked, muskets fired, followed by agonized shrieks. But the Man in the Suit had more pressing concerns and was already rounding the corner.
The streets were still in utter chaos when the first detonations began. The human river transformed into a torrent, a cacophony of flailing limbs, screams, and desperate flight in all directions at once. Horses bolted, and a brougham careened off course, flipping over and crushing a young lady beneath its weight, her parasol flying almost comically several yards in the air.
Caught up in the stampede, the Man in the Suit found himself unable to advance and was, in fact, pushed back toward the bridge. Desperately, he clung to his briefcase, knowing that losing it now would be disastrous.
As the ground shook from one explosion after another, the deafening roar filled the air. When the initial shock subsided, the Man saw the great tower of the Cathedral of The Three Martyrs collapsing, tumbling directly toward him.
The tower seemed to crumble in slow motion, and for a fleeting instant, it was as if the sirens and airships had vanished. The Man found himself with what the time to observe the mass of bricks, debris and dust collapsing in his direction. He had, it seemed, all the time in the world to contemplate whether he should even try dodging out of the way.
(Rolling 2 dice. One for the Man in the Suit, and one for the officer in the naval uniform that is at this moment rushing at him.)
