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Pain....oh damn pain.
Father Quadrial vaguely recalls being lifted in the air and now he lies in the wet grass wondering what is broken.
Suddenly there are faces staring down at him.
"I think my arm is broken. Can anyone help?" The monk hoped he didn't sound as whiney as he felt.
From the road he can still hear the screams of rage from the huge bird as it struggles to get to its feet dispite its heavy wounds.
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