Though the damage caused by the Claw's overflight was fairly minor compared to the carnage in Milan, Tunisian authorities were still unprepared for the hundreds of casualties when the creature was next spotted. Tunis is a city of brick and stone, and the brief burst of hurricane-force winds was enough to send them raining into the streets. Broken glass turned into deadly missiles, buses tipped on their sides on top of screaming pedestrians. The Giant Claw, as it was being called, continued southward, heeding not the destruction left behind it, passing by. South, into Africa.

Throughout the rest of the day, reports filtered in from all over northern Africa, though overshadowed by the horror occurring in Europe and New York. A freight train snatched off the rails and dropped to the ground to smash open like an egg, the heads of cattle inside devoured. Libya's isolated but massive Wadi el Kuf Bridge found collapsed, luckily when not in use. 

And always, a passing shadow, followed then by a heavy wind. . .