[ The first firework bangs and-- wait, isn't that bang a little too close? ]

There's no time. If you say here, you'll die.

[ There's a distinct cry from the back of the crowd this time, followed by the telltale spark of light that comes from a sword breaking. Far in front, oblivious to what's happening, the fireworks start. ]

Let your swords fight. They're strong, they'll be fine. Come with me.