The cursed Angel

verse 12. The killer Silhouettes

Rakar went to his room early after that unexpected event. While the others had discussions and guarded the place, Rakar didn't have the urge to feel sorrow. After losing both Talek, AND Saiterina, he thought his heart was bleeding dead. Though not wanting to look like a weakling in the face of a loss, Rakar didn't shed a tear, instead, held in his feelings. Though he tried to forget the past, the look of love and sorrow that both his friends had on their faces as they died was burned into his mind for all eternity.

From the time that Rakar had become an angel, he had ups, and downs. Angels dream their lives and live your dreams when they sleep, so the ups and downs were nothing when they began, but the dreams quickly turned dark into nightmares, darkness hid many things, quiet killers of the night, swift as the wind, and fast as lightning. They speed through the forest of despair, and through the graveyard of shadows like lionesses of the night with eyes of the full moon, and a mission to fulfill, blending in with the meadow of darkness like sharks on a trail.

Without even stopping, the shadow leaped out of the water over the 10-foot wall to the grassy land in a roll.

Coming back up, one of them threw forth two marble-sized balls into the air towards the two guards, which exploded, revealing a loud of demon blood fumes. The guards, who were prepared for anything, were, after all, powers, they understood about vapors. Putting their arms out, the clouds moved towards them, their bodies slowly changing into glasses themselves, the vapors moved towards them, but one of them was in the middle when suddenly he began to shake violently, and just fell dead. Only when it formed again, it was already just blowing forward, taking out 2 more, but the other two weren't gonna let it happen.

Having their wings come forth, they flapped, their gusts combating the force of the gas that fought hard to get through, but in the end, didn't make it. The two sped forward like ninjas, one of them taking out 2 double daggers, and the other taking out two regular European swords. They stood in wait, then leaped forward, swinging down their weapons.

The guards were armed, taking up a bow, and 2 cocked arrows, and a long thin sharp spear, they ran forward. The green-haired angel aimed at the sword shadow, and shot the 2 arrows, then cocked 2 more and released them a little after, 1 forward, then 3 after in order of his falling position, the strike would do some damage. He looked towards his buddy, who was already driving the weapon towards the other shadow.

'foolish guards, as if that would work' one of them thought, striking the blade end with one of its swords, and sliding upside down, and riding it downwards, pointing its blade at his heart. The other shadow saw the arrows fly towards it, the next faster than the last. Leaping to the side, again and again, he leaped into the air, dodging the arrows, and came down slashing with its double knives, hopefully slashing a few lines in him.

The guard looked up and shoved the spear, driving it forward.

The assassin took heed, and struck the length, driving it inward, causing sparks to fly as both weapons crossed, and both bodies fell a murder-suicide.

The sense of darkness woke Ravek out of a dead sleep, he was in an old sweat, his peculiar senses catching violence and danger.

He got up, and slipped into his robe, grabbing only Whiteflame as he walked forward.

'Ravek, you're up, is something wrong? your sweating like you were in a fight'

'I thought I sensed something, I'm gonna have a look around, you up?'

'not really, but when you put it that way, I have to stay alert, we are your spirit guide,

speaking of 'where's Blackice?'