Pandemonium.
That was the only word that could possibly be used to describe the scene outside of a naval base in Miami Florida.
Fires were raging in the streets, cars were left abandoned, and buildings were either already destroyed or on the verge of coming down within a few seconds.
Two groups were engaged in a heated struggle that had been going on for hours already.
On one side, Arias and his followers were adorned in white robes and masks that concealed their identities.
Except for the convicts who were uninterested in hiding themselves, and left their faces exposed in an effort to make a statement.
They flung their powers with reckless abandon, all at the heavily armed military that currently had them under siege.
The military was not alone in this battle, as there were a small number of blessed sprinkled into their numbers who were evening the odds with their own dramatic firepower.
