A loud explosion burst above our heads, ringing in our ears.
Amidst the droning, another explosion could be vaguely heard, and the ceiling sifted down dust like a flour sieve.
Yafeiluna commanded the gray mist to block the staircase to the restaurant's basement kitchen;
The Polar Bear woman erected an ice wall in front of her, while the squirrel coiled around her ankles like a scarf.
The citizens huddled on the ground hugging their heads, trembling at the sound of the explosions and the sight of the two women and the squirrel before them.
The cannons suddenly ceased fire.
For a long while, as everyone began to feel a tinge of hope in their anxious hearts, Yafeiluna, with an ugly expression, said, "They've put down their guns and are getting ready for close combat."
In a fight, the gray mist could easily handle twenty against one, even if the opponents were soldiers.
