The mortals don't offer much sport, but they do cut up easily, and it looks like there won't be many people eager to talk about this, for quite some time. The waters of the pool are little improvement, but they cover the blood well, though a massive madman with a dirty face is only slightly less intimidating than a massive madman with a bloody face and axe, and the rest of your path to the merchant district remains remarkably unblocked, and soon enough, the three Infernals stand before eachother, the entire street emptied by sudden nervous feelings, sickness to the stomach, shutters closing silently.<br/><br/>The entire world holds its breath in tension, wondering what is going to become of it.