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The beast bit into the headrest, and now that it's teeth were occupied I drew back my arm. Repeatedly stabbing the beast in the face as it seemed to decide to clamp it's teeth down on the head rest. It'd other head was squealing, and whinnying in pain, but I didn't stop until the head went limp. The body of the beast yanked the second head out of the vehicle as it backed off. This second beast lost a good amount of it's coordination at this point. 

It's still living head was alert, but it's body moved as if drunk. I waited for the other beast to lunge for me in the car before jumping out of the sunroof, and then, once I was on the roof of my car, scrambling through the broken window into the building. I checked my bow quickly. Glad I'd managed to grab the good bow, and not the half dead bone bow. I cut myself on the broken glass of the large kitchen window as I scrambled across the counter, and onto the kitchen floor in a space between the island, and the counter under the window. 

I stood up about the time the beast tried to launch itself through the already broken window. Thankfully it's massive body was too big to fit through the window without turning completely onto its side. I drew back my bow, and launched in arrow into it's face as I backed around the corner of the counter. The two headed death unicorn squealed, and backed off for a moment to paw at the arrow in it's head. I took that moment as an opportunity to shoot more arrows into it's neck, and chest. 

The second beast with the dead limp head could barely manage more then a walk so while it had managed to get up on my car, and look into the window it hadn't managed to put itself through the window more then a couple feet. I kept on firing arrows at the two beasts as they failed to come through the window. I could hear the wood cracking, and the frame of the window was slowly starting to widen as the wall broke down under the weight of the two massive creatures. They couldn't quite reach me so I just kept firing arrows until I ran out of arrows. Then I looked around the kitchen in a bit of a panicked frenzy. 

I spotted a large heavy frying pan on the stove. The smell of burnt food, and the red hot bars beneath the pan told me that this pan had been sitting on the stove burning for a long time. I slammed the pan down on one snout that was sticking through the window. A painful hiss sang through the air as the hot pan slammed into the head of murder unicorn. The murder unicorn backed off as it squealed in pain from the burn. 

I opened the drawer under the oven, and spotted a few more cast iron pans in the drawer. Grabbing them all up as I turned on all the burners in a hurry. Setting all the pans on open burners as the pan I was holding started to cool. Striking the murder unicorns over the head with the heavy cast iron pan every time they tried to get through the window. Glad that they weren't bright enough to go around to another part of the house. 

Hoping to god that my phone was surviving inside of my car as these hooves caved in the roof of my car as the murder unicorns stood on my car to reach me through the window. I would need that phone fairly soon. I slammed the pan down on the head of murder unicorns again, and again as they tried to reach me. Switching to hot pans whenever I had the chance. I didn't know how long I used all those random cast iron pans to beat the living piss out of these creatures until they died. 

I jumped up on the counter when I realized the murder unicorns didn't jump through the window again. I checked my experience right quick to make sure they were dead. My brows actually shot up when I realized that these creatures had been a higher level then me. Monsters on gave ten experience per level. These two had given me over three hundred experience. 

These two were level fifteen, and sixteen respectively. I turned off all the stove burners, and stepped up on the counter to scan around the nice manicured lawn. I stepped out of the window down to my car, and parted out the unicorns quickly before gathering up the materials. I was kind of glad I still had the carapace bags in my destroyed car. My phone had ended up mostly under the front seat, and had somehow survived the destruction of my car. 

The fucking phone charger was still working. I laughed at the absurdity of it all. The damn phone cord was the only reason I'd managed to get the phone out of the car. I climbed back up in through the window. Looking around the destroyed house to see if I could figure out what exactly had happened here. 

I was mainly hoping to find some car keys so I could get out of here because it was quickly getting dark, and it was beginning to look like I would be trapped in this house overnight. I spotted the destroyed front door pretty quickly. Luckily the door was mostly intact. The doors latch wasn't in nearly as good shape. I prowled through the ground floor cautiously.

Eying the stairs to the second floor nervously as I scanned through all the rooms. I opened the few intact doors that were closed to see empty bloodied rooms. It was fairly obvious that people had been yanked through those windows. Both the blood on the walls, and a stray finger told me so. Now it was time to check the upstairs.