Aekhem

VII

When he finally reached his village he felt being an optimist was not for him, the pain had increased and the situation was not for the optimist.

He noticed there was no people moving around the village as they usually were at this time of the day. No children, man or woman.

The dry wind was moving the wounded wing at pleasure; he couldn't put it all the way in its position. He felt the wound burning him with the slightest breeze. He felt the blood running down his back dripping on the floor. It was inevitable not to see this, as when an Angel's blood hits the floor the floor is covered by grass or wild flowers. His hair had a few spots or dry blood from the woman cut in half.

He painfully took off the ground but had to come down again, he used up all his strength trying to reach the village; he needed search for them from above. Maybe they were at the nearby river, giving water to the animals and they also had a few crops were growing.

He felt his brother's presence behind him, he smiled thinking it was them, but before he turned around he knew he was mistaken.

They were Tusuer's soldiers, swords in hand towards him. Three of them in combat position, ready to suppress him in case he tried to fly away. He couldn't take it anymore; the warrior in him took over. There was no more peace and calm in him, it was gone with the wounds. He wanted to hold his swords slice their throats, just like back in the war. Eliminate Angels for a just cause. He threw himself at them.

He didn't get too far, one of them could read his moves and step aside as Bechner went by him, his sword went straight to his stomach.

Bechner fell on his knees holding his abdomen. The blue blood didn't wait. Unstoppable blue blood.

Between the rage and the blood he could see how Tusuer was coming down slowly and smiling and disapproving his behavior. Moving his head from side to side.

"You really thought we didn't know where you were or you were going?" he said now walking to him "we have been watching you for so long and let me tell you; pathetic and shameful acts. You have become miserable human scum. Thinking you could be fathers?, husbands? Head o families? Teachers?. Simply pathetic. I didn't plan on doing anything with you. You see the plan was, once the Guardians came, we were going to show them what you were doing so they'd think we were doing the right thing. In the meantime we were going to become stronger and more in numbers. Unfortunately for them, they came to our village first and we just had to get rid of them".

Tusuer pulled out his sword. Long and chromed.

"Thank you for your efforts, but we are not going to require of your presence anymore" as he said this he put his sword high above his head and let it down with all his strength.

Another sword, same color and same length hardly stopped the blow. Tusuer's and Dregnar's eyes met. Tusuer took advantage of Dregnar's confussion and pushed him back. Lacjner was already fighting the other three, he had the advantage of being faster than most of the Angels and fought taking advantage of this gift. He quickly left one out of combat but was having a hard time dominating the other two.

Tusuer was coming fast to Dregnar, sword ready to assess a blow. Dregnar attacked him as well. They took off the ground crossing swords and came down often. Their blood came out of their clothes as they were able to cut each other with their sharp swords. But not deep wounds as they kept on fighting. Tusuer's sword fell of his hand flying across the air. Dragner left his sword and started hitting Tusuer with his fists and wings. Tusuer was only smiling. He was looking at the hill close to them while Dregnar had him on the floor and was beating him. Lacjner yelled out: