[Funkduder]

Two men, an artificer and a servant of Sheol, stood in front of the crowd fleeing the city. Michael led along hastily, leaving no time for turning back as the flow of the crowd took them outside the city. As the two men hurried forward Alteil realized that something was very wrong, but as the wooden gates of Corinth closed behind them, it seemed to have been too late.
Making their way to the front of the crowd, they saw something which would terrify any common man: it looked as though the hoards of the underworld had been released unto them to collect their very souls. Michael's mind worked faster than lightning as the panic switch activated in his mind. "What do we have: a laser and psychic powers and- No! There's too many of them! But what about the guard? No... they locked us out here. I don't want to die; I don't want to die!!! Michael fiddled with his courage capsule before finally biting down on it and feeling its full effects. With new concentration, he looked at the door, and looked back at the crowd and looked to his new friend and looked up at the absent city guard. He was paranoid, to say the least, and his irrationality threw millions of thoughts leading to his one, final conclusion. "Maybe they were locked out in order to make more time to mobilize"... "Well, in that case," Michael finally said, smiling, "I'll give them time." He pulled out his gun and activated his shield as he walked past his friend. "It should take 30 minutes at the most for the guard to fully mobilize and pull everyone back in, correct? Convince the guard to get everyone inside, and I'll deal with the hoard," he said to the servant of Sheol.