Dark Blaze

Chapter 32

The brothers gaped at the angel fiercely with their hands fisted below their belly. Angel foe asked Kristinov to talk outside. "Who are you?!" Aerline yelled while the mage block her with his arm from getting closer to them but the angel served not heard her. Kristinov only nods unhurriedly and then the angel let him take off outside with no utterance as well.
"What do you want from me this time?" Kristinov asked as both of them strode out of the tower. The winds went silent, the several mages gazed at them after they all heard the crash from their great brother's tower - marveling at what actually happened. "You want me dead?" Kristinov turned his head beside the Angel. Kristinov was the target of all angels, he slaughtered a few but they regained consciousness. "I am delivering you a blessing"
The angel said and then he stab Kristinov with his spear abruptly, the wings spread on broad, and eventually began to push him hard with his wings flapped strongly with all of his strength to push Kristinov to the house. The strong wind pushes them forth as they move backward fast and smash themselves into the woods hard - making Kristinov's back head bleed slightly. The angel takes out his spear that impaled into his below abdomen shortly. The angel settles his hand on each ends of his spear and then thrust it against his neck to smother him with no forgiveness. Kristinov kicked him onto the belly to shove him in reverse so he can move aside to flee or to strike at least. As the angel has pushed behind, Kristinov punched him onto his jaw using his knuckles with his mood that he is tired of this assassination. The angel flaps his wings onward to push himself back to get his spear on the ground. Kristinov stroke his neck shortly and therefore he bends fast to dodge the strike from the angel's spear aiming into his head.

"I do not want a battle, Fenock, you shall retreat!" The angel yelled and thus he grabbed his spear again after he move beside Kristinov and then front to take his spear that impaled into the wood. Kristinov was exuding few drops of blood, staining his vesture and hands but his glaive was not with his aspect. The angel landed down on the ground to swing his spear's blade to slice on the flesh skin with the power from the great heaven that is forged back in centuries before all the mages. The sorcerers only watched the horror. Kristinov shifted his body from side to side as the angel strive to stab him. He flaps his wings once again to shove him back while stretching his arms, clenching the holder of his spear tightly, and endeavoring into his head. The pace of every flap of the pastel wings pushes Kristinov like a hurricane that tries to knock him down and push afar furthermore. The angel release his grip on the spear and the weapon prevailed heading straight to Kristinov's head. It was fast, the spear's edge cutting the gust and moving it aside to run hastily onward at Kristinov. He raise his head and then saw what it was coming - a blade nigh to his sight. Fulgent glint strike onto his iris and then he raises his forearm before the blade penetrate his eyes to his flesh. The blade barely punctured his eyes, but the forearms bled and he take it off - looking like he does not feel any pain from his body that is been stabbed twice. Kristinov was clasping the spear, suddenly it felt fervid and then he drop it off him from the great heat that he felt from the spear - believing only Angels can touch the great weapons.

The angel like it possesses immorality to ambush him with his long dove's feathers hue horn directly into him. Kristinov moves aside from the sudden attack and then the angel swings his horns. He dodges it hence snatching his horns to shove along to him so he can knock him. Unfortunately, the wings flapped again to push Kristinov. He loses his grip from the strong wind that created by the angel's wings.
Kristinov ran fast and strongly and then in the end he jerked the angel's hand to pull him. Kristinov kicks the calf to break as well as crouches the Angel so he can strike at him easily. He punches him twice while his hand are around the neck of the Angel even though he flapped his wings - Kristinov can bare the wind undertakes to push him away from the opportunity to halt the Angel. The Angels slides his hands between Kristinov's forearms to flee. He pushes it to the side as he enters the gap and then bumps his head to Kristinov's so he can be knocked out slightly. Kristinov shoves his body on reverse unhurriedly - trying to focus but the blurs strikes his sights.