While the concert is ongoing, a dark, scarred cruiser takes the opportunity to land, almost entirely unobserved - and the landing zone personnel who approach would have second thoughts. If one wasn't dead, and the other...screaming?

Screams which slowly start to make their way closer to the concert - the people who weren't at the concert already at least.

Ah, a delightful accompaniment to their next number! It would be better if the screams were in harmony, but you can't have everything! 

The Toy Soldier continues singing, unconcerned. 

Some of the other band members seem more worried. The violinist pauses before starting the next song, looking to the lead singer for a cue. 

The lead singer gives him a smile that might be meant as reassuring and plays the opening chord on the piano. The show must, apparently, go on. 

-Oh. That was a surprisingly in harmony scream! From...near the back of the concert crowd.

-And when did this guy carrying a wicked looking bladed weapon, and with eyes that are glowing...slightly orange? Make it to the makeshift stage? He has a wicked grin on his face.

The guitarist looks the intruder up and down, unimpressed. His metal fingers pick out a steady rhythm. 

The rest of the band likewise continue to play. 

The man tips his hat and gives a flamboyant bow. "By all means, dear bards, proceed! Music is the best accompaniment to chaos and delight!"

The song winds down. The bassist drops their cigarette, grinding it out with their heel, then starts picking out a new bass line, faster and more energetic. It's an excellent match for the rising violence. 

Grinning like a wild thing, the guitarist sings a duet with the bassist about corruption, arson and betrayal as the crowd below them scream and run. 

And those causing the furour are delighted by this turn of events! Two can even be seen dancing in amongst the carnage! (...And are those people...trying to eat each other?? Maybe.)

(Ey is so delighted.)

And in the midst, fighting as much as slaughtering, Wrath itself stalks.

...hot. The bassist shoots Wrath an appreciative glance as they keep singing. 

"The fire burns bright everywhere tonight..." 

The pianist, who's been providing accompaniment for most of the song, adds their voice to a three-part harmony in the final chorus. 

As the final notes fade out, the last few hapless concertgoers fall dead or flee out of sight. 

And those that had caused this seem...content? In their way?

...Also a few of them are making out with each other. Apparently carnage gets the blood up.

"You seem to have laid waste to our audience," the lead singer remarks, loud enough to be heard clearly by everyone left in the room. 

"Some people might call that rude." 

"Oh, I'm sorry," her eyes are still glowing slightly red as she talks, "were you using them?"

"A concert without an audience would serve no logical purpose," the flautist pipes up from where she's sat with her legs dangling over the front of the stage. "It might as well be a rehearsal." 

"What, are we not audience enough?" the guy who'd turned up in front of the stage asks, turning his head away from his partner.

"That depends on whether you want more music, more kissing, or more murder," says the violinist, his instrument dangling carelessly from his hand.

"Me, I think all of those sound good, but maybe not all at once." 

"You've obviously not been trying hard enough. All three together are delightful."

"Want to come over here and prove it?" he invites. 

"Kolya, stop flirting with the gatecrashers," says the guitarist.