[ Meanwhile, the room erupts into sudden chaos. The few military men who actually came armed with more than just their medals and cigars are reaching for their weapons, but they're the first ones to bleed after the Mayor. Precise cuts to throats make quick work of at least six of them simultaneously, while the helpless aides scream and cower from the invisible assailants, and the officials begin a wide gamut of panicked attempts to flee.
One of them, however, an older looking, distinguished man turns towards the mousey smiling figure, who sits unperturbed in the midst of the bloodshed, and points a finger at him.]
Traitor. [There's a smashing sound as his glass breaks against the edge of the table and he stalks in the little man's direction.]
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One of them, however, an older looking, distinguished man turns towards the mousey smiling figure, who sits unperturbed in the midst of the bloodshed, and points a finger at him.]
Traitor. [There's a smashing sound as his glass breaks against the edge of the table and he stalks in the little man's direction.]