Hybrids of Team Crafted: The Devil's Revenge

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"Jerome watch your six!" Mitch yelled as he shot an arrow at the horde that was threating to attack them. Seriously, dealing with the mass number of people and Azrael at the same time was super taxing.

Jerome was still duelling with Azrael, but he still had to be careful, a tiny mistake could mean the end of him.

The fortunate thing was that baccas had long fur, the scythe had to pass through the thick layer of fur to actually reach the skin. Despite that, Azrael had given him a partial shave, as his rich brown hide had been hacked off at the middle in some places.

Mitch was no hybrid, and his skills were mostly archery and combat skills. He had no other long ranged weapons besides shooting arrows, and speaking of which, he had already used more than half of his ammo.

He shot Azrael in the gut, as the Angel of Death doubled over. However, no matter how many times he had shot him, he still didn't feel like dying.

Arrows were sticking out of some places like a porcupine's quills, his chest, his gut, his legs, as shoulder. It slowed him down, but he still kept on fighting.

Jerome hacked at his wings, using the handle of his axe to block the deadly scythe. Mitch was doing the best he could, but they both knew that they couldn't touch the Angel of Death with any part of their bodies, as it could mean their deaths. That sucked, actually, and reduced a lot of combat options and moves.

Energy and the crackling of energy was heard, as Herobrine and Shaman fought the Devil, as well as yells and taunts. That surely sounded appealing to sit back and watch them fight, but still, Mitch had to help his friend.

Mitch vaulted over several members of the massive horde, whipped out his diamond sword, and used it to practice his group decapitation technique.

Shiiiiing! Five heads rolled across the ground.

Mitch then turned his attention back to Azrael, aimed carefully, and shot.

It was at that second when a squid shoved him from behind as the arrow left his bow, his bow hit the end of the arrow, changing its course slightly.

Mitch cursed and cut the squid down. Strangely, all those people he fought had dark orange eyes. They were all under the Devil's spell, perhaps?

The arrow struck, although not the spot Mitch had intended.

Instead of hitting Azrael's forehead, it embedded itself in his eye socket.

Azrael screamed in pain in that ghastly hissing voice of his, clawing at his left eye, which had been hit, he staggered backwards and hissed like a cornered animal. Strangely, he never seemed to bleed.

Well, considering that he had no flesh, it should be the reason, Mitch shrugged it off. The arrow in his eyes socket seemed to work better than hitting his forehead, after all.

Jerome took the opportunity to strike, Betty embedded itself in Azrael's rib cage, earning a satisfying crack.

But Azrael still had more tricks up his sleeves. He swung his scythe blindly, and it impacted with Jerome's side, meeting his flesh.

Jerome yowled in pain as he pulled himself away from the scythe, putting his free hand over the steaming wound, which was oozing grey smoke.

So much for not letting the scythe touch me, Jerome thought bitterly, as Azrael slowly walked over, limping slightly due to the arrow in his leg. Despite that, he seemed to be gloating, growing stronger, his posture straighter, limping less, as Jerome grew weaker by the second.

Of course, Azrael leeched off the lives of his victims, and if he let him kill him, he would be able to replenish his energy. How much he wasn't completely sure, but he didn't want to die young. He still got a barrel of raw fish waiting for him at Kesi base.