"Damn Blue Devil, we are here for the people, but you, why are you here? For that mouthful of rotten food you beg for or for the lukewarm praise from your masters?"
Bang!
Plunkett lowered the Baker Rifle he had been holding, moving the sight away from his eye. The dark muzzle was still smoking.
Arthur, astride his black horse, looked at the man clutching his bleeding shoulder as he slid off the box and casually raised his white-gloved hand: "As you can see, sir. We are here for Britain."
With a wave of his white-gloved hand, Officer Tony, at the frontmost row, drew his police sword, veins bulging on his neck, shouting hoarsely as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Open fire!!!"
The musket fire burst forth, like arrows falling from the top of the Tower of London in a storm. As blood flowers bloomed in the riotous crowd, time seemed to freeze.
