As clouds drifted over the mountaintop I felt faint, I flailed, reaching for the windowsill and my fingernails dug into the wooden trim. My vision distorted until I saw hundreds of men fighting in the street below. Thier swords slashed and clanged as blood poured forth into the gutters. The screams of the women cowering in the alleys caused ice dread to race through my veins. I turned away from the window and threw up.