Snippet #2722627

Hailey spun on her foot as her father pushed her away from him. An owl, easily seen as possessed, flew between them mere seconds afterwards. He let out a significant growl that lit up the area, and flame surrounded them. All three of them. "Angel!" he roared. Hailey tilted her right hand, and the sword returned to it. As he leapt forward, a blade appearing in his hand, she ran forward as well. Just in front of Spyrth, he swung his sword, and she managed to get in between them- blocking his blade with her own. The force knocked Spyrth away from them, and Hailey fell off balance. He swung his sword again, not hesitating that it was indeed her he was fighting. She managed to tilt her own blade just enough for it to be blocked, and another wave of wind crashed between them. This time, it knocked her hood off her face and ripped her clothing. He froze momentarily.

"Oh, it's so clear now!" he smiled evilly. "Miniel's spirit took a liking to you, and no wonder! You go by the name Hailey, now, do you not? Well, it isn't really an upgrade." she grits her teeth and leaps forward once again, swinging her blade. He collides with her and she goes skidding back. By now, his eyes are glowing red and many sounds around her catch her attention. Demons? No. Wait.. Fallen angels...

"Shit!" she cursed, resting her sword on the ground. She pulled her hoodie over her head, exposing her plain grey shirt, and she unfastened her waist cloak. Now all she wore was a sweaty grey shirt, a white pair of trousers with lots of buckles, and very heavily fortified boots. She grabbed her sword again, and let out a shaky breath before pushing herself off the ground and readying her stance. "You know, for an angel, you are allowed to kill fallen right?" she shouted to Spyrth. His eyes widened as he seemed to realise what she implied.