The demon roared. People kept running around in confusion and dying under the monster's feet. The surrounding houses turned into ruins from which clouds of smoke and dust rose. The enraged demon continued its hunt for people, sweeping away another building with its tail.
At that moment a bowstring twanged and the demon collapsed to the ground with a baffled expression.
An attentive observer might have noticed the smallish, plump figure of the innkeeper peeking out of an upper window of a half-ruined building, holding a huge crossbow and shouting:
“That's my pub!”