Round 2

The angel dove for me, silently screaming into my mind, and I readied my blade, showing no fear.

And there was none; if I could take this angel down, we would win.

The War Angel barreled to me, ignoring anyone else, and I did the same. This was my one and only target, and I grabbed my blade just as it's eye began to glow.

Wasting no time, I flung it as hard as I could, and it screeched out in pain, the blade meeting it's mark, and sticking smack dab in the center of the pupil.

I watched in glee, as the sword began to turn smoky, entering into the cracks it left of the War Angel.

The white light of the angel began to dim, turning into a smoky gray lighting, the whiteness turning into a coal black. Even it's feathered wings turned bat-like, the iris of the eyes once ocean blue, and now a crimson blood red color.

I had done it. The angel was now under my control, and I was its master.

No longer was it a War Angel, now it was a War Demon.

I flew over to it, la