He starts shooting into the corpse. I am older than time itself. Morvus fires into the creature's chest at point blank range. The blast hurtles it backwards, through the gaping window. Flames leap just into and out of sight in the foreground.
Strange lights flash in the air.
Looking past the terrible scene, we see a torch-bearing mob advancing up the avenue, towards another mob coming from the other direction. The two mobs spot each other and rush forward into a wild melee. This is bad, real bad. He looks upwards at the sky. Smoke billows from the distence, and flashing lights fill and flit around in the sky.