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An Unpleasant Revelation and an Unexpectedly Loud Attack
As Captain Mad Matt dashed through clouds of explosion - quite making it difficult to enjoy one's afternoon tea - towards the docks, Rachel revealed herself on the roof of a nearby shop. "The Order of the Blue Moon will save the innocent people of the city from the fangs of capitalism!" she screamed, igniting another explosive barrel and demolishing half of a fabric shop. The air thickened with dust and debris, which was, quite frankly, a bit much for anyone trying to keep their waistcoat clean. Kenzie, the eccentric tailor, and Isabell, a rather conscientious paladin, emerged from the ruins of Kenzie's shop. Vowing to defend their city, Kenzie launched a pair of glistening scissors attached to steel cords at Rachel but missed completely - a most embarrassing blunder - while Rachel’s steadfast spirit also resisted Isabell's holy Command.

The Blind Girl's Rather Tragic Final Act
Amidst the chaos and the rather persistent drizzle, the blind girl, with her last ounce of strength, hurled a vial of the mysterious pinkish-blue liquid at Lady Fawkes. Though a nearby guard shielded Fawkes from most of the explosion - showing excellent manners, one might say - the blind girl perished in the pink flames. Seizing the moment, Cecilie attempted to loot the girl's corpse but found only pocket change amidst the charred remains; a bit of a disappointment, really, much like finding no biscuits in the tin.

A Desperate Dash to the Ship (Please Mind the Queue)
As more town guards flooded the scene - attempting, quite politely, to form an orderly line - time became a precious commodity. The rest of the crew joined the Captain's mad dash for the ship, swinging at both revolutionaries and guards alike, which was not particularly civilised behaviour. Justíne, a stalwart guard of Lady Fawkes, valiantly blocked the Captain's path to the ship, only to be knocked into the water by Selah. Her brother, Justìne, rushed to aid their employer, guiding the wounded businesswoman toward the ship with great care.

Mad Matt leaped onto the ship and threw the planks connecting it to the dock overboard, leaving both the guards and his own crew stranded. Demonstrating incredible agility, Selah climbed the side of the ship. Meanwhile, the hooded instigator who started the attack realised he was outnumbered and fled across the rooftops, evading capture in a most undignified manner.

A Rather Bloodied Waterfront
In a dramatic twist, Wilma, in wolf form, attacked Rachel but failed to knock her off balance. Rachel realised her one friend was dead and the other had barely escaped, so she declared that this was only the beginning of the assaults on the city's trading district before diving into the water, escaping the scene. Kenzie, quite mortified by her missed attacks, attempted to assist the drowning Justíne by throwing her a steel rope to hold on to, but tragically slashed her throat with the attached scissors instead - an incredibly awkward mishap that left everyone feeling rather awkward.

The Tide Turns (And the Tea Goes Cold)
Surrounded by foes, Cecilie pulled out her magic-imbued drumset, creating an ear-shattering racket - rather like a rainy Monday morning - that sent three enemies plunging into the water. As Mad Matt hoisted the sails and Selah raised the anchor, Sonia hammered pitons into the side of the ship to scale its side. Tiana fastened a rope to the railings using her Mage Hand instead, with wolf Wilma preparing for a daring leap. Cecilie, while escaping, swiped a guard's sapphire brooch - a bit cheeky, if one is being honest - but was struck down by Isabell's javelin.

In a last-ditch effort, Tiana used her Mage Hand to secure a rope around Cecilie's arm, pulling her unconscious body off the docks. Lady Fawkes and Isabell could only watch helplessly as the ship set sail, Cecilile's limp form slamming against the ship's side with a most ungentlemanly thud.

Aftermath
As reinforcement guards swarmed the scene - eventually arriving after a slight delay in the queue - they recovered the bodies of Justíne and three town guards. Justìne and Kenzie were rushed to the infirmary, while Lady Fawkes, slumped at the docks' end, seethed with rage, realising the loss of her trusted guards and ship.

A guard captain assured citizens that the Moon Church would be searched thoroughly for other revolutionaries and that Port Elgin would not forget: “There is reasonable suspicion that the theft of the ship and the terrorist attacks are two separate events which just so happened to coincide today. However, we will investigate in all directions and uncover any possible connections. We shall do our utmost.”

Exclusive Interview: City Guard Reflects on the Rather Nasty Attack

Port Elgin — The recent devastating attack on Port Elgin left the city reeling, but amid the chaos and heroics, not everyone emerged unscathed or triumphant. In an exclusive interview with The Fireball Gazette, one of the town guards, who requested to remain anonymous - quite understandably - shares his harrowing experience and the toll it has taken on him.

"I missed four out of four stabs with my lance and completely whiffed both my crossbow shots," the guard confided, looking terribly embarrassed. "I couldn't believe my eyes when this draconic woman used the very crossbow bolts I had fired to climb up the ship. At that moment, I felt I was being a bit of a liability, rather than an asset."

The guard described how his spirit shattered further when he was hurled through the air by an ear-shattering sound. "I didn't even bother to stand up anymore," he admitted, looking quite defeated. "When a woman tried to take my brooch, I just voluntarily surrendered it to her. I felt it would be terribly rude to make a scene."

Witnessing the deaths of his comrades only compounded his despair. "Seeing so many of my friends fall... it was all a bit much. I realised that being a town guard is perhaps not the most suitable line of work for me."

Reflecting on his future, the guard revealed his decision to leave the town guard and return to his roots. "I think I'll go back to being a farmer," he said. "It’s honest work, and perhaps there will be fewer explosions and more time for a nice, quiet cup of tea."

As Port Elgin begins to rebuild, stories like this remind us of the personal battles fought in the shadows of grander conflicts. The guard’s tale is a poignant reminder of the human cost of the violence that struck our city.