Muriel's onslaught was relentless, and all those who were uncoordinated or with a shield user were practically easy targets. People began to scream out in anger, fear, desperation, and sorrow as friends and family fell to their deaths, but they stilled seemed to tighten their lines and filled the seams with tanks. The crowd became a wall, and the wall was mounted with men and women willing to throw their lives at this monster. This monster, a terrible being, a conduit of destruction, a beacon of evil, but it wasn't Muriel. The real monster was the game, and Kayaba. The creator of this death game was the real monster, and everyone knew it, they fought Muriel for their lives, and for the chance of seeing themselves alive long enough to discover who did this to them. The crowd illuminated in a series of long, red marking that spanned from player to player, this was due to Muriel's trident. She had been whipping it at them for minutes now, and eventually she did as she intended.When the crowd had tightened up, she had grown happy and began attacking over the shield users with her trident. She was now pushing back on the men and women, forcing them back until the center was cleared and the players were all pushed against the western wall. 

She let out a maniacal laugh as he raised her trident again and then spun it around her torso before taking more pot shots, but to no avail. The shield users put their best foot forward and protected all those behind them with their wall of metal separating Muriel from the other players. She raised it once more to go over their heads, but Rorik and another slipped back into the crowd and began to raise their shield up into the air to catch the trident before it could harm anyone else. This height advantage of her's was a problem, but one that could be worked around. Rorik yelled out to the crowd, alongside a few other shield users who had come to the same conclusion.

"Raise your shields, and follow her trident, she will not take anymore lives!" Rorik hollered to the wall of men and women. Several heeded his call and broke from the wall, which quickly closed in again, and began to stand in the crowd to have their shields ready for Muriel's trident. Rorik then took a moment to try and think, and while doing so he raised his shield to catch another shot from Muriel's trident, which was barely the case. The trident grazed off the side of his shield and was retracted while a young woman screamed out in fear behind him, he had saved her, but she was so paralyzed by fear. He turned to her, and looked upon her face, to see tears streaming and her voice barely crackling in sorrow filled whispers. His mind was drawn to her, she appeared to him as a sign, the true sign. The ideal of her, a midst the battle, was more then just a fight for their life. This was a war, a true war of the modern era. It was mankind versus technology, and the madmen behind it. He whipped his head around to a series of screams, only to see her massive claw dropping down on a few of the shield users in the front, with a killing weight. Rorik lunged forward and used all of his might to brace his shield against the massive claw, as she began to try and push the crowd with it, and a few others took to his side. The group of shieldmen were slowly being slid back, but then they pushed forward themselves and the claw halted in it's place. Rorik yelled out once more to get the attention of a very select few people, while moving away from the beast. 

"Those who stood stalwart with me at the door, I need your sword arms once more!" He shouted as he passed through the group and out of the right side, placing himself just at the corner of the room, where the western wall and the southern wall meet.