The executioner stumbles back, the blade falling off his hands just before. Everyone seems to pause for the moment before horror booms in their eyes when they see what had attacked, and stopped me from being decapitated.
The tech-cart is hovering in the sky, working perfectly with father controlling it; I can see him through the glass window of the cart. He wears a hard face, one that's so rare on him, but with his daughter in danger, it's no surprise to me.
The crowds burst into disassemble, everyone with a shrill coming from them —as they are afraid of the unknown tech, which they are seeing as some sort of magical thing— and run for their lives.
"Take her back to the cell...now!" I hear the Head say, his voice laced with scariness. My head still positioned to look ahead and my hand
