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The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

The more he opposed, the more energy he loses, and eventually he loses consciousness. As Leonardo’s eyes close, Katcha slowly sits up. She wipes her face, trying to scrape off and get rid of any trace of blood. The shape of her face remained the same and did not show any signs of bruising or wounds. Her hair falls to her face in matted and messy curls. Not a single part of her body was hurting, not even a slight twinge. The smell of blood is potent, and she’s not quite sure if it’s because of her nose or if it’s thanks to the mess that she had instigated. Looking down at herself, she grimaces at the state of her once stark white uniform that is littered with the stains of blood. Despite the

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

Then she was suspended in the air like the sun. The light gathered on her back forming two wide and magnificent wings. Her golden eyes glowed brightly and her silver gray air floats behind her. The battle stopped and everyone looked at her. Two golden wings made up of heavenly fire flapped gracefully at her back. Her sword was burning in holy flame.

Then, I spread my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. "Be gentle…"

His body fell limp beneath me, lifeless and defeated. I stood there, panting heavily, my chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. The victory was mine, but it came at a cost. Blood dripped from my wounds, mingling with the dirt beneath my paws. I had emerged triumphant, but I knew the scars of this battle would forever mark me. Fredrick had wasted lives for his greed, and thus they had died for nothing.

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That little motion was my signal to myself and I pulled at my inner fire, calling it into place the second my foot hit the dirt. Flames of brilliant violet burst out all around me, surrounding every piece of silver I had on, as well as the entire sword. This was the reason why I had nothing but plain silver adornments on, because I was using them as place holders for my fire. They were heavy and cold against my skin, giving me precise locations to focus my inner flames on. So now I stood before the audience with purple flames around my ankles and wrists, with more swallowing the small earrings and thin silver threads that were hanging in my hair.