The Black Wings

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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My talons dig into the earth as I quickly land and go to my tree. Up in the hollow space for storage, I pull my knife out of my bag and stuff it in my waistband.

I hop down from the branch and run after the sounds of chaos that makes me cringe.

I find myself dashing to the entrance of the vegetation tunnels that leads to the headquarters. The flash of red feathers catches my vision in a daze and I pull out my knife.

They're at this location to get to the main building. They obviously don't know the way through the maze so instead they violently attack the whole area.

People run away from their homes, some carrying belongings, others children. Smoke rises as torched fires burn the homes.

The noise of destruction rings through out the air, making the once peaceful with nature place into a hell looming with death gaining grip.

You can even smell the panic, it's wretched scent filling my nostrils.

"Stop please!" I hear the sound of a man's voice shout.

He's on the ground, his left leg is covered in his own blood as he drags himself backwards. A red winged man with a sword walks slowly towards him, staring him up and down as if he were prey.

I curse under my breath. I can't let another innocent life be lost in this civil war.

Like a cheetah, I lunge for the red wing and manage to disarm him. His sword goes flying and lands with a thud.

The red wing tries to escape my pin but I hold him down. I may not have to kill him, perhaps we could take a prisoner. To my dismay, he brings up his knee and kicks me in the stomach. My grips on his wrists loosen as I regain composure and the man reaches behind his back in a quick motion.

I hop off him as his hand reveals a machete that he had hidden. He laughs cruelly at me and bounces on the balls of his feet, coming closer with each step. The man slashes, cutting the air around me.

Carefully, I watch his movements and fake throwing the knife at him. He falls for the fake as he slides down on the ground.

I throw my knife at him before he can stand up. It lands right in his windpipe though I only look before death takes him.

More red wings land around me and I frantically pull out my knife and grab his fallen sword.

I've only fought with a sword in my nightmares and haven't been that successful. It's a new day I suppose.

The group of 5 tries to surround me in a deadly circle but I clash swords with the one nearest to me, stopping their tactic. He blocks my hit with his and slides down the blade with the sound of metal against metal filling the air.

I jump back but his sword grazes my left leg. I clutch the hilt of the sword as he paced around me, beamming smuggly at the fact he cut me.

Without warning he stabs downwards at me and I roll away with only seconds to spare. His sword get caught in the ground and he desperately tries to free it from the earth.

His armor less chest is exposed. Are they that cocky that they don't even wear armor? Or are they just not afraid to meet their deaths at the blade of a sword?

I rush over to man and jump while stabbing my sword right through his chest. I pull it out as the man slumps to his knees.

His eyes stare up at me with hatred but I find no pleasure in killing him.