She forced herself to hold back. Concordance would be watching events very closely, and if they picked her out, they"d come for her. She still wore her demon-mask, but her enhanced physical attributes were clearly going to mark her out from the crowd. Could they trace her movements across the country? From satellite images? Perhaps. She couldn"t afford to take the risk. She hung back on the edges of the mob, in the shadows of a doorway that would, hopefully, conceal her from the observation platforms circling overhead.
The fighting grew more intense, clubs and edged weapons wielded by both sides. She saw arms half-severed from shoulders, skulls staved in by bludgeoning blows. A group of the Guards forced their way through the melee to the stairs. The lines of Templer priests parted to le
