A big clunk, which was then followed by a big blast; if the sudden bang wasn't enough to rupture his eardrums, then the rush of both cold and destructive waves would be enough to send the young boy's shivering over the quaking ground where layers of snow were made a mess because of it,
Had it not been for the fact that he was nailed literally to the ground where countless microscopic ice crystals acting seemingly as the 'undesirable anchors' securing his place in the middle of forthcoming dust-up, the young boy would surely now be 'dusted away' by such a powerful clash between two prominent beings, of the wannabe-human old spirit, and her old nemesis: the Beast of Lamurb, and surely would the young boy wouldn't know who had just saved him from the certain death he had been shilly-shallied about; it was misgivingly looming over him,
