She hadn't been scathed by said feathers but she could imagine dying from blood loss should one get stuck with more than just a couple, after all, she had seen them imbed themselves into tree trucks.

'Two, maybe three?' It was hard to see or hear through the falling planks of wood and she was straining both senses. 'We'll be sitting ducks in here!' There came another loud thud outside somewhere behind them followed by a long scraping sound on the wall to their immediate left like nails on a chalkboard but a lower frequency.