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howl of a dog peeled off as a midsized black canine flew from the darkness past him and into the streets beyond and then once again he heard the pig he knew he had and what he heard was the noise of a pig snuffling and eating something. His sensible mind was right all along.
    He released his tense grip on the halberd, and he could feel the sweat now under his armpits from holding so tight. He stepped back to the wall and leaned against it, and he smiled at his silliness, his letting his imagination get the better of him and...
    “RAAAAARH!” something big and black came at him from that same darkness he had peered into. The massive bulk knocked him to the ground and then all he could see was furious eyes over a long black snout before massive white teeth starting slashing into him; the monsters jaws seeming to be able to work independently of one another, their size and ferocity startling him and hurting him in equal measure. Gleeson screamed and tried to fight back but he was badly hurt and there was nothing he could seem to do, all of his strength seemed to be taken up by his knees as he tried to force his attacker away from him. He felt a scorching pain across his cheek and then in the opposite direction he felt another across his neck as the teeth slashed at him ‘He’s trying to bite my head off!’ was the last thought he had before losing consciousness and as he drifted away he heard someone shouting somewhere from high up but what they said he didn’t know.
    Had he stayed conscious he would have been aware of the other guards rallying to his point. One from inside the towers had seen that there was something going on but what he was at a loss to say. He had called down and upon hearing the cries of pain from Gleeson he had sounded the alert.
    The women in the 'Nunnery' had heard the attack from their low street level windows though they had been too frightened to go to it and look out. Kate listened to the sounds of shredding clothes and flesh, and she heard the vicious snarling of whatever it was that attacked the guard.
    When they pulled his tattered and torn body inside the gates of the prison and slammed them shut behind, the women could see the bloody mess that was Gleeson. Kate let out a howl of fear and revulsion just as Brick appeared once more in the movement of agitated dressing.
    “Keep low in there, or you’ll go hungry again tarts!” he shouted in with a quick, angry glance. Kate was silent then as she watched him rush up to the other guards and break through to see what was going on.
    “What the hell happened?” he asked of the guards standing there tending the victim.
    “Something attacked him at the south tower sentry point.”
    “What do you mean something? Who attacked him?” Brick shouted
    “I was up in the north tower and I heard something outside. When I looked down there was something big and black over him and it was doing savage damage to him,” one of the guards, who had come down the winding stairs said, his face white with what he had seen.
    “A man in all black you say? What weapon was he using to do this?” The guard, who had seen the attack, looked at some of the others as though for support.
    “It didn’t look like a man sir,” he said, “and I didn’t see any weapon.” Brick looked at him suspiciously,
    “Have you been drinking?” he whispered harshly at him and pulled him forward to smell his breath,
    “No sir!” the guard exclaimed in a wounded tone.
    “Where’s the doctor,” Brick called out now letting go of the guard.
    “On the way sir,” another of the guards answered.
    As Kate looked out now, she could see that they were all at a loss as to what to do with the injured man while they waited. She could no longer see him but there was a pool of blood forming on the floor and she could hear guttural sounds as though he were trying to breath, and there was blood sloshing about in his lungs or his throat. He was moaning on and off as well in a delirious