Smitten

Foot traffic had been extremely slow in Festival Square today. In part Tony supposed due to the purple armored goons than ran loose in his city. In part probably due to the fact that Westbridge housed only tightwads and rejects these days. He called out in frustration at a passing family, "Youa All Worthless Pansy Bit-". Thunder rumbled not far above cutting  his sales pitch short. Great, he thought, now I get to stand out here like a moron in the rain. Within the square necks craned up in unison as dark clouds coalesced directly above them. The thunder continued to rumble, growing louder and louder as red flashes appeared from within the soupy mass. The dim flashes from above grew to blinding flashes of scarlet raining down upon the small square below. Again and again they struck without prejudice. Tony leapt out of the way just in time to avoid being struck. The family he had called out to wasn't as lucky as one of the bolts blew them in opposing directions. As quickly as it had begun the carnage ended, leaving only wreckage, the sounds of sobbing, and burning words written in an ancient dialect that had been burned into the very streets of the city.