Well, they'd all died again. It was alarming that Vimes was starting to become cavalier about that. But, as the Eidolons worked their magic, and he found himself standing again, he growled. What was there left to do, but spit defiance in the face of death?

They rise hands up, hands up, hands up,
They rise hands up, hands up high...

Vimes produced a cigar, lit it on one of the smoldering patches of flame, and slipped into the fury of [Vengeance]. Time to bring the law. "Bring that bloody dragon down! Knock it out of the sky!"