Rise of The Fallen
As if he could feel my pain, Cain turned his icy blue eyes to me.
“We will get them Ver” he growled, his voice hard. I nodded, grasping my scythe and pulling it from its sheath as I flicked it open. It snapped into place with a metallic click and I eyed the rest of the battle. Shamshiel was fighting Baraqiel, Kenneth’s father, in the sky; their weapons clashing together sounding like lightning striking. Both of them evenly matched, despite Shamshiel’s smaller size; their strength was equal, their wings furiously beating as they darted around each other in an aerial cat and mouse game. Cain began to tear through the battle before me, cutting down whatever he could, and becoming covered in blo