[ A few of the spearow drop like lead weights, clouds of feathers billowing around them. The rest of the swarm, dives. Rincewind tightens his grip and screams.
[ The wall next to them explodes. Bits of plaster mushroom into the space. Debris and dust rush in to fill the clean air and continue to stir from the many flapping wings. Rincewind tentatively peeks out from behind Waver and points a shaking hand. ]
Is that what I think it is?
[ Standing among the pile of plaster, mortar, and bricks, was a box-shaped shadow. It stood on a few of the spearows Waver had shot down, like a conqueror come to claim a piece of land. The Luggage fixes its empty, emotionless stare at the air above where the spearow flocked. ]
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[ The wall next to them explodes. Bits of plaster mushroom into the space. Debris and dust rush in to fill the clean air and continue to stir from the many flapping wings. Rincewind tentatively peeks out from behind Waver and points a shaking hand. ]
Is that what I think it is?
[ Standing among the pile of plaster, mortar, and bricks, was a box-shaped shadow. It stood on a few of the spearows Waver had shot down, like a conqueror come to claim a piece of land. The Luggage fixes its empty, emotionless stare at the air above where the spearow flocked. ]