Panicked people pushed and trampled over the bodies of those unlucky enough to fall before them. Tables and wares overturned and spilled across stone and sand. Fires rose where errant torches fell. Before Agrippa, Cleopatra and the rest urged the panicked populace away from the center of the street, so he could continue to advance.
Sweat poured from him as he limped past the colonnades, and fire burned in his veins. He’d never felt such thrill. Haqiaka glanced back at him and smiled in a promising way. A few minutes later, he could hear the streets beyond their own erupt as if Pluto’s demons had broken loose.
Ahead, Marcus turned and waved his hand. “Agrippa, run now! Our legions will be upon us soon!”
He ran and the group escaped the riot’s fringes just moments before they closed in an
