This is the unpredictability of fate. For instance, sometimes listening to advice doesn't necessarily mean you'll get a full meal.
Luckily, the officers were hiding in another room.
The mass that rolled forth collided almost instantly with the Silver-Garbed Broad Sword burning Lead Flame in Simon's hands.
Clearly, Simon wasn't entirely without preparation; his tactics were, as always, seasoned and calculated.
Though those seasoned tactics had failed him twice before.
Thud!
Thankfully, this time they did not.
As Simon's blade met the unstoppable assailant, thick, nearly purple liquid gushed forth like a breached dam, drenching the architecture behind him in a torrential downpour.
This is yet another moment of fate's capriciousness. The intact building across the street hadn't been chosen as the site of emergence, but it still couldn't escape eventual destruction.
