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Pimble Vong regarded night. Pimble Vong regarded night. Pimble Vong regarded night. This is extremely things happening, done by ordinary people. Let me just dance you round. Brother Paul, I'm bouncing back to you. Brother Paul, I'm bouncing back to you. In reception, you've got Berlin-Garrath, one trying to keep that door closed against a vicious nightmare. The other calmly placing the emergency calls. Peter, Emma, a pair of old-seen, one-time long place and make instant decisions. Instant decisions as to who to protect and where to go. You get... ...Alah in Sandra. You get... ...Alah in Sandra. You get... ...Alah in Sandra. You get... ...Alah in Sandra. Nobody dealing with coats and serving coffees. And now facing a life moment. And infallously, you get Andy and Lucas starting a fight back. They used fire extinguishes, they used chairs. They used these normal tasks ripped off the wall in the heat of the moment and they took the game back to the night. When that door was four-stained at night point, they followed out onto the pavement, shouting at others to get back and join in. They knew there was a bomb there and the rest, I think, you know, is what happened on the television cameras. This is Guy called Lucas. He's the guy who cleans the glasses down in the basement and that's exactly what he was doing. When he hears this scream, the scream is so loud that as a first aid, he makes a choice. He goes towards the trouble. He gets there on the first floor, the building just behind me. And it's pretty clear that there's a bad guy. He's got two knives in his hand. There's blood, the scream, there's chaos. Lucas pulls off the wall, this long stick. He charges towards the bad guy and he impacts him on the chest. There's clearly something here that is protective and it doesn't make any sort of impact. The door's opened out, the terrorist falls and the first one after him is Lucas shouting at everyone to get out of the way. Back. But to tell you what, members of the public, they just don't do that nowadays. They do what they need to do. They join in the man with the fire extinguisher, the man with an armful of sauce. They're all in there. The terrorist is banishing two knives with victims all around, screaming and people cornered. Lucas pulls off the wall, this is narval tusk. He takes the fight on and the next minute he's on his own. He's buying time for others to escape. There's a vicious knife fight in which Lucas takes five cuts all the way up his arm. He's hurt badly, he doesn't flinch for a moment. The minute passes. He's joined by two or three others and now, overwhelmed by numbers, this silent goes down the stairs, takes on the same sort of fight and reception when Lucas follows. Four knife points stuff happens and eventually the door to the front steps is opened and the assailant falls out onto the steps. Lucas is right behind him in pursuit and he's shouting and screaming at those on the pavement to run for their lives. I tell you what, the good British public all joins in. Lucas at that point is hurting, hurting badly, he's lost the strength and he's left arm. But I tell you what, he was there to the end.