Once the black form walked through the gigantic doorway, you were able to make out the figure of the Gargoyle elder, Hudson. He seemed to be muttering quietly to himself about his tv. He didn't quite seem like he was in much of a hurry, but his relatively slow pace still seemed like he was going 100 miles an hour. From where you were standing, you got quite the view, as well as quite the draft from Hudson's wings passing by you.
The draft was incredibly strong, the gust literally dragging you out from your hiding spot and sending you flying through the air. The gist was much more powerful than you had thought possible, you ending up flailing your arms and legs around. You look forward, landing flat on the ground. As you look up, you see...
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