The unicorn rears up on it's hind legs, eyes wild and a single blow from one sharp hoof sends the pot maid flying in a tangle of useless limbs.

The innkeeper follows soon after, running headlong at the unicorn as if to butt it with his forehead and the unicorn lowers his head in turn, the long spiral of his horn making short work of the man.

"Stupid!" the woman's voice screeches, shrill above the clash of hooves, advancing on the unicorn with a knife in each hand.