The crowd that made it across the bridge scampered towards the Artisan market,
The crowd felt they would be easy catches if they race with Alberto's men in an open area,
A while after the crowd had immersed into the market area, Alberto and his all made it out of the bridge.
Without dithering, Alberto and his men ran into the market after the crowd, Severus, Chiara, Lorenzo, and Marchisio were all amongst the crowd that was scampering deep into the market, Severus and the rest knew not the place that comes after the Artisan market, it could be a creek, a dead-end, nobody knew in Severus's circle.
But a few in the crowd might know, but no one had the time to either ask or answer a question when Alberto's men are hot on their tracks.
The Artisan Market wasn't too wide, so the crowd scampered while staying close to one another, it caused a reduction in their paces for many in the crowd were being cautious while scampering, as to not collide with someone, they all maintained a certain amount of speed.
Everything was orderly amongst the crowd until a few amongst the crowd took glances behind and found Alberto's men almost catching up with them, which brought fear and panic into Many of them.
The panic that built up in most of them made a few people amongst the crowd increase their speed, the crowd lost its orderliness, they began acting impulsively, colliding with one another.
A stampede erupted, pulling a good number of people to the ground, those who managed to be on their feet trampled over those on the floor and scampered away,
Alberto's men caught up with the exhausted crowd laying on the group, they drove swords into their fleshes, sparing no if 'em
Neither Severus, Chiara, Lorenzo, or Marchisio was among the exhausted crowd that fell to the ground.
The four of them were well ahead of the crowd, they weren't affected by the sudden stampede.
As the surviving crowd progressed deeper into the market area, the wideness of their path regressed, they began coming across tables, baskets, and barrels, on their way.
Alberto's men followed them behind, without relent, doing away with a lot of the crowd never softening their feet, they were still coming after the rest of the crowd with great speed.
At a point during the Run, leaps were needed to clear over barrels and tables laying carelessly along the way, not everyone amongst the crowd had the physical strength, stature, and wellness to leap over objects, many amongst the crowd were over forty there, they can't stretch their legs so wide at that age, due to that the soldiers caught up with a member of the crowd periodically, and taking down the oldies amongst the crowd.
It passed a hand-full of minutes, the size of the crowd got sliced down to Six people, Severus, Chiara, Lorenzo, and Marchisio,
With two other resilient young men who were behind them.
Ahead of them was a jungle serving as a frontier between Assisi and Perugia.
They ran heavily with their last strengths to make it into the jungle before them, Alberto's men saw where they were running to, quickly he ordered his men to halt!, for they knew in the Roman Republic it is prohibited for a soldier from of a state to parade in another state, nor can they go to another state to arrest a Roman citizen, Only a soldier living in the capital Rome has that right to parade or arrest in another state.
Soldiers who live in Rome are known as Magnus Miles, soldiers are made a Magnus by the emperor of Rome, it's a rank awarded to soldiers who had served well, soldiers who have served for a long period, and soldiers who had shown bravery in hostile situations. A Magnus leaves his hometown to live in Rome, once he's made a Magnus.
Magnuses usually end up going into politics, some get chosen to rule their states of origin as a Governor.
Severus and the rest made it into the jungle of Perugia, they escaped from Alberto and his men.
Bianchi was a Magnus, So was Massimiliano.