Two figures burst through the restaurant ceiling and landed on tabletops. Hegewisch recognized them instantly as soldiers in the platoon of Centurion Cicero, and powerful ones at that. One shredded through the slugs effortlessly with the aid of an oversized Final Fantasy-looking sword and the other provided support with a more modest ball-and-chain similar in function, if not aesthetic, to Orland's flail.
(Chicago, chapter 18)