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Ammaranth surveyed the scene for a moment. The sound of the crowd had gotten so loud that on the one hand it was deafenning, but in muting out everything else, even it's own noise seemed to disappear. The skyline was no quieter -- the angles of the buildings, their varied heights, the jagged edge of rooftops against a clouded sky -- all seemed to be shouting something.
After looking around for some minutes, he went over to the nearest set of stairs, and climbed up to the roof. The sound of footfalls on the metal steps became pronounced as the crowd went hush. He went right for the catwalk, and crossed over to the other side, far enough away from the staircase to let the Grey Fox climb up without being threatenned. He took out his sabre, and the dagger that matched it, and waited.
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