Fated to the Demon Queen
I stumble forward, the point of a blade aimed to spear me on it, before I cast a shield around myself.
As I land on the blade, it's unable to penetrate my shield, and the blade bends, giving me enough room to reach forward and grab the wrist of the angel wielding it. Twisting, I'm met with a scream before I yank them forward by their now jelly-like wrist and grab their throat, my claws slicing through my fingertips and going clean through their carotid. I slash my claws the rest of the way through their neck before I turn and meet the bastard who managed to make me bleed.
He and Damon are sword to sword, and I jump on his back and tear his head from his shoulders despite the agony in my back