As the demons struck at the walls, Sam was busy making their way towards the upper city.
Most of the people had fled in the direction of the docks, so they were relatively unimpeded until they got to the gate itself.
They could only "tsk" as they watched the small riot playing out, panicked city-folk against the guards that would have been better serving elsewhere.
These were the folk who either had no place to shelter, or who thought that they would be safer higher up in the city, as opposed to simply having fewer options to escape that didn't involve jumping off a literal cliff into the lake.
They touched their swelling belly through the cloth, silencing their own negative thoughts. The fox girl, Kordia, had told Sam to stay away from stress as much as possible, and so they used the breathing technique she'd showed them every time she started to feel stress. That had happened a lot today. Especially when the demons started dropping flaming pots on the rooftops.
