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	On Amber’s short journey to the window, more sounds of commotion were heard outside: A man called out, maybe the same man as before, only this time in tremendous pain. A woman screamed again, maybe the Blacksmith's wife. There was a clutter of other voices heard, calling urgently for help, and their voices were moving away, fast, indicating that they were running for their lives as they yelled. But another sound was heard among the rest. It was a screech like that of an angry eagle, or hawk - or even a demon hungry and calling for blood - a sound that Jack was all too familiar with. Then, following all these sounds was a noise like that of a strong burst of wind howling, and then the man’s screams of pain were cut off as a dull, thunderous boom was heard, causing the floor and walls of amber’s shop to suddenly shutter, as if an angry giant had stomped its foot into the earth nearby.    

It was then - as the sound of commotion ended with the thunderous thud and shaking of the house - that Amber arrived at the window and pulled the shutter open to look outside. Jack had also sought to witness what the hell was taking place outside. He had pulled his Glock from his bag, dropped the bag to the floor, and while Amber gaped with horror out the window, he swung open the door.

He stood in the threshold, gun raised to his shoulder in one hand, barrel pointed up. His lips parted, too stunned to breathe for the moment, eyes staring wide with curious wonder at what he saw.