All good things...
[continuing directly on from here]
It's utter chaos when Huntress arrives on the scene in the crowded square, previously busy shoppers screaming and panicking in their desperation to get away. Some have fallen under the feet of others. The police are trying to contain the scene, with little success.
Huntress plows through the madness like a flying wedge on her motorcycle, skidding to a halt near a pile of debris. She stares at the aftermath, confusion writ all over her face. Evergreen pieces and shards of ornament glass crunch under the bike's tires.
"What the hell -- "
It's utter chaos when Huntress arrives on the scene in the crowded square, previously busy shoppers screaming and panicking in their desperation to get away. Some have fallen under the feet of others. The police are trying to contain the scene, with little success.
Huntress plows through the madness like a flying wedge on her motorcycle, skidding to a halt near a pile of debris. She stares at the aftermath, confusion writ all over her face. Evergreen pieces and shards of ornament glass crunch under the bike's tires.
"What the hell -- "