The cursed Angel

Ch. 15-the predator

Rakar woke up in something like a meadow. His head was strangely lightheaded, but that was just his soul losing its power.

'damn this hurts,' he thought, his clothes half gone. He had on shorts, and no shirt.

He looked to see the assassin on it's side, for some reason, it was just now he realized it was a girl.

Her outfit was deep colored from all the blood: something had attacked her.

There was a full moon above them that caused the blood to glisten.

Rakar fell to his knees after only seconds of walking, and he was barely doing that.

His eyes fluttered, as his breath grew rapid.

Something moved to his right, the mist seemed to have followed, this one was more intense, like the steady pumping of his heart.

Rakar looked towards the middle of the clashing, and smothering wave of smoke that seemed to blanket all around, and through it, came walking a creature with claws but hands, and fangs but teeth too.

He was wearing all black and a silver marking on his high artery.

He had eyes as black as the night sky, and hair the color of blood that barely shadowed them.

He wore a pendant with an eye that had a cross through it.

Obviously he was dead, his complexion was flawless, and fully pale, very palpable.

The creature was wearing a dark red shirt and black coal leather with chains hanging.

It narrowed it's eyes at Rakar, and growled after sensing something from him.

Rakar's wings seemed to weigh a ton.

The creature watched with interest,and suddenly it lunged, knocking Rakar backwards in the side. He crumbled, the strike getting him in the solar plexus, pain shot through his system.

his energy level traveled between normal, and gone.

Rakar got up, and as he was being pushed down by his wings he charged forward, and swung.

The creature leaped over him and blasted him back down with another orb, only this one was of hard ice.

Rakar struck the ground hard.

He rolled back to his feet and leaped, into the air, his wings flapping.

As he was flying forward, did his wings suddenly begin to shrink into his back.

'What the hell?' Rakar wondered, his eyes wide as he went crashing into the ground.

The creature growled, and picked him up by the throat and threw him.

Rakar went crashing to the ground.

He picked himself up, but the creature was right there.

""Sganf rouy htiw yks eht ezar, stnepres ruoy dnes neva-" he couldn't finish before the creature gripped him by the throat.

He growled, and his eyes flashed.

"You're in my territory now fledgling" He said, sending a straight strike to his chest.

Rakar grunted, and fell back afew, puking blue blood.

His mind searched and found a spell he could use again.

"Excu' xet' ty' clic' quatrey' nuet'' oc'zex 'kiyr duker'y sew'g xet' bazkex'

He chanted, causing his speed to seem to double. He leaped at the creature despite the fact that his legs were dying, and his energy was next to gone.