Circe waits outside, keeping a wary eye on the crowd she's egged to violence. Shouts carry through the air, indistinct but for the Wrath wrapping them, the sound of skins slapping skin, breaks through the din. Cloth rips. And what fruit had been thrown lays mostly forgotten.
Eventually the police arrive, siren's ringing and lights flashing.
A number of theriotersprotesters flee at the noise. Scattering like frightened mice, several people are trampled underfoot. The squeal of tires are heard, and several of the arriving cop cars peal off to follow. The remaining officers move to contain the scene, detaining the protesters, and calling in the EMT.
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