I did get a little done.
All across the former parking lot — and presumably the entire PECZ — there were sudden commotions as people started writhing, foaming at the mouth, and lashed out with whatever weapons they had at hand. Most of them were promptly grabbed and subdued by the nearest bystanders, but at least two broke free of the rapidly-coalescing mob and charged…
“I think they’re heading for the offices!” Elizabeth yelled to Janet as they tried to intercept the two runners. “One of them has a sword!”
“Yeah, I see it!” Janet felt bad about snapping like that, afterward: after all, what if she hadn’t? Admittedly, it would have been hard to miss since the cultist was running full-tilt while holding the sword high, and two-handed. But this was apparently combat, now. People missed things in combat.
This part of the old parking lot had some pretty weird footing; apparently a crazy-mage had come howling through in the first days of magic and melted every hovercar he could before exploding. That left a lot of baked-in, slippery plastic that was only now starting to show any signs of weathering, but the cultists ignored it, in that fun way that they sometimes had. But the slickness gave Janet an idea. Was it a smart idea? Well, she’d just have to see.