He only disarmed, shattering halberd shafts and grasping away hastily drawn short swords, but whenever he would do so, the rioting civilians would kill the men he had just rendered helpless.<br/><br/>The mob grew, the cries for freedom and equality growing louder and louder, spreading over the entire town, soon forcing the guardsmen, barely more than two dozen left, to retreat, leaving a trail of corpses in their wake as the foolhardy rioters still kept trying to pursue them, with Morr shouting at them to stop their madness, his voice drowned out in the chorus of victorious yells.<br/><br/>For these people, men and women, it seemed like the dawn of a new age as they fell into each other's arms in joyus victory, make-shift weaponry waving in the air.<br/><br/>Morr could only see a battlefield.<br/><br/>He was not capable of resisting anymore when the crowd dragged him with them.