Her horn glowed and tore a wooden sign from a shop off its hinges from where it hung over the doorway and swung it, braining one of the… things. It let off a horrible, scratching noise that hurt her ears, and she swung again and ran on blindly. She eventually came to an intersection and had to stop, breathing heavily. She looked around desperately. Nothing, none of those things were around. She walked over to a wall and leaned against it, catching her breath, the sign she used as an impromptu weapon fallen on the ground beside her. The wall was wet with condensation. When she had recovered, she pushed off and looked around her again. Turning back to the wall, her heart stopped.