With a heavy grunt the chunk of concrete was flipped over. "Sir?" Kazuo checked under the moved rubble and pulled out an unconscious man. "Crushed ankle; probably broken leg," Kazuo muttered and lifted the man into his arms.
"Thank you…" a woman replied as glowing blue water healed over her no longer bruised and bleeding arm. Hotaru gave a gentle smile in return.
Some of the police who knew a bit of first aid helped and patched up some of the more injured victims. They were the only ones going in and out of the still intact door of the courtroom.
By the back of the courthouse were several handcuffed cultists, kneeling and injured either by stabs, gunshots or charred skin. Above them everyone saw the ceiling of the second floor.
The concrete had settled, leaving a giant hole that revealed the inner foundations of steel rods and wood beams of the building. Coats and jackets were taken off, as the injured victims lined some of the seats to catch their breaths.
