It's an awfully heavy toy, isn't it? Like it's bearing a heavier weight than it should be capable of for its size. "You mean like a tag team? That could be cool...last team with a man standing, wins!"
Two crowds flood the streets now. Young and old alike, the left side is made up of men and women of all manner of professions, if their clothes are anything to judge them by. All carry some form of banner, sign, or wear brightly printed shirts and hats, except all the designs are blank. Some throw rocks, or sticks, or plastic water bottles at the other side.
From the right, the debris bounces harmlessly off an advancing march of what can best be described as riot police. In their padded uniforms, under their tinted helms, and behind their strong shields, they head straight for the left side with measured footfalls.
Not a sound is heard, no matter how loud the protestors seem to shout, or how hard the strong boots stamp the pavement.