(sure, I'd be happy to)<br/><br/>Marcus lead her out of the room and down the hallway.  The kitchen and dinning table looked like a bomb had went off in their mists, while the living room looked as it did the night before, save for the broken glass on the floor.  The front door was wide open, allowing a clear view of the outside.  As one of the attackers lunged threw at them, Marcus waved his hand, sending a gust of wind straight at him, sending him back out the way he came in.