The singing was cut abruptly short as a group of men burst onto the stage grabbing the singer and lighting the stage afire.
The crowd gasped and the stirrings of panic began to take root as the front rows pushed to get away from the fire.

Water began coalescing out of the very air and flying into the fire, a strange sight in a human town to be sure. Qiang looked around and thought he saw a glow coming from behind a man in the crowd, his view was blocked as the crowd backed up to where he'd been standing. He pushed through the crowd slowly making his way towards where the man had been. The fire dimmed and finally went out, the man wasn't where he had been, Qiang caught a glimpse of him running off down the street. 

He followed through the dark streets, staying far back so as not to be noticed, the short lived made such interesting games of their lives! 

From outside in the street he couldn't see much of what was happening in the church, but he could hear well enough and that would have to do. He leant against the wall of the church, spear 'himself' leaning on his shoulder and ready to be used should he need to defend himself.