Meanwhile In the basement of his House Sat Umbra. Tinkering with his Flintlock pistol. He pulled back the mechanism he heard a faint reassuring Click He fired down the range keeping steady. The recoil Was immense But so was the explosion. Umbra was flung back. Deafened by the blast He got up and looked at the mannequin Nothing but ligaments and ash's. Umbra shook his head. and started to head upstairs Deaf to the fight with the harpies outside He went to bed. and tried to sleep off the deafness