After a minute or two, she noticed that something akin to a shock wave was 
making its way down the street far below, moving in slow motion, covering a 
city block every couple of minutes. Details were difficult to make out at this 
distance: it was a highly organized group of pedestrians, all wearing the same 
generally dark clothing, ramming its way through the mob of refugees, forcing 
the panicked barbarians toward the picket line of the Fists or sideways into 
the lobbies of the dead buildings.