“Bring ‘em down! Him and whatever filth he’s got laying around up there with him!” he bellowed before muttering under his breath, “That idiotic, spineless grouser.” And looking neither to his left nor right, the man spoke with sheer confidence amidst concurrently, still, admiring his weapon and it’s work thus far; and promptly after concluding his demand, his two cohorts leapt into action, from the stage onto the floor, and began shoving their way through the sea of, still, petrified men, who continued to goggle in astonishment. Truly astonishing, it was, indeed. “In this interim period, gentleman,” the leader, again, resurrected his voice as I’d just snuck my way towards, and arrived at, my destination of Margaret’s right side. And while drawing a deep breath, in an effort to curtail my swelling emotions, I lent an attentive ear and a watchful eye, both with respect to his words and presence, prior to acting any further. “I would like to, similarly to your previous speaker upon this stage,” he began before pausing in acknowledgement the oaf who still clutched the frail woman, and to bow in his direction before continuing, “take a moment to address something.” Again, the loon paused to scan the anxious crowd from left to right. However, the latter pause differed from the first in the sense that struck one, or me, to say the least, with an eerie, …show more content…
Whether they are positive or negatives is solely dependent on the action of which they are sourced, regardless of where you might deem your position in life to be. With respect to the three adjectives I’ve provided, mind you,” he paused, grasping his chin with his left hand, and wafting his pistol in a circular motion with his right. Amidst this pause, the resulting sounds of struggle, that originated from the henchmen’s efforts to retrieve the two women and their true target, became more audible, discernable, and disturbing. The women continued to cry for help, or assistance of some kind, neither of which garnered a response for the time being; and within the impending seconds, the rambunctious, thunderous, clashing clamor, and sight, of a human being, hurling down a staircase, and smacking into the wall that it faced, became most distinguishable; and his wailing, agonizing response undeniable. “I’ve broken my nose!” yelped their target upon clashing face-first into the rigid, wooden wall, where he laid motionless, and whimpered for the ensuing seconds. It was as if he wished to have perished upon the completion of his descent; alas, as he soon realized that he had not, and that he was still very much alive and a part