"…It's all gone wrong," she said. "It's all gone so terribly wrong. Why do they have to fight each other… Why aren't the guards moving to step in?"
"They are now," Vol said, pointing. Those three squadrons that he'd seen earlier had finally made their move. They were coming down the end of the road, blockading the advantage of the procession.
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOO!
A horn went off next, blown by one of the guardsmen.
"MAKE WAY!" Came a shout that followed it.
"MAKE WAY!" It was said again.
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!
The horn was blown once more. The chaos began to increase. Penelope gripped at Vol's arm. "I'm sorry, Vol…" She said. "This was a terrible mistake… I thought it would be easy… I never thought—"
"Well, now, isn't this just the most delightful sight?" Pandora said, cackling in Vol's ear.
