As Girania walked away, disappearing into the crowd with Raven at her heels, chaos errupted within the Downs. Those caught within the building shrieked and wailed in the agony of flames, while others looked on in horror. Some yet ran with Girania, but others yet closed in on the building as shouts errupted.
"We need more Miltiiamen a half-a block west of the old clock tower. A fire elemental is loose!"
Several men and women were pushing their way through the crowd towards the rampant fire construct, one of which was already beginning to errect a barrier to contain the situation.
Murmurs of incantations spilled from the man's lips and arcane runes began to scroll and dance across the ground. With a burst of light, a sphere wouuld begin to rise up from the ground at four points, rapidly spreading upward to begin forming a dome around the construct and the the immediate surrounding area of the building.
Those fleeing the scene with Girania would be spared entrapment, but those stumbling out of and fleeing the burning building were less fortunate.
"Contain it, but do not engage until backup arrives!"
"What about the people inside?"
"Fuck 'em."
It was a common mentality here. Their job was to protect the Downs. Not the dredges of society who ran like ants, and surmounted to nothing more than a waste of air. They would serve to keep the construct distracted with its immolation of the building, until more militiamen arrived.
"We need more Miltiiamen a half-a block west of the old clock tower. A fire elemental is loose!"
Several men and women were pushing their way through the crowd towards the rampant fire construct, one of which was already beginning to errect a barrier to contain the situation.
Murmurs of incantations spilled from the man's lips and arcane runes began to scroll and dance across the ground. With a burst of light, a sphere wouuld begin to rise up from the ground at four points, rapidly spreading upward to begin forming a dome around the construct and the the immediate surrounding area of the building.
Those fleeing the scene with Girania would be spared entrapment, but those stumbling out of and fleeing the burning building were less fortunate.
"Contain it, but do not engage until backup arrives!"
"What about the people inside?"
"Fuck 'em."
It was a common mentality here. Their job was to protect the Downs. Not the dredges of society who ran like ants, and surmounted to nothing more than a waste of air. They would serve to keep the construct distracted with its immolation of the building, until more militiamen arrived.