A local guard approached the group nervously, with a hand on his sword. One of the white-robed players turned to him and just waved cheerfully, still singing.
"Sir…" The guard started nervously. "What are you doing? We did not receive a notice of any public events to occur at this time."
"Oh…" That player stopped swinging, and thought for a moment. Unable to find a proper reply, they instead responded. "Don't worry about it." He flashed a smile that was meant to be reassuring, but to the guard, looked menacing.
Now, this guard wasn't one to act cowardly in the face of danger. But… There were a few hundred guys after all. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding? The guard backed away slowly.
The song was building to its finale now. The Church of Micheal members raised their voices, shouting the words out with glee.
"Only thing I want is for Dante to die, baby!"
"Only thing I want is for Dante to hang, baby!"
"Only thing I want is for Dante to burn, baby!"
