Snippet #2735104

Holding her body, Serae glanced at the demons behind him and growled. And yet, he soon found himself walking away to one of his servants, "Deliver her to the kid safely. It seems they won't leave." Passing her over, Serae quickly shifted his stance as a blade came for him.

"Oh Mini, you may have taken my grace, but remember, I'm still much more powerful than you." He said, twisting his blades which had become the size of his forearm roughly. He danced with his blades easily and swiftly, dodging the her blade. Kicking his leg up, Serae dislodged the blade from her hands and fell back into a hand stand. The fallen looked up, his green eyes blazing back into an azure blue for a split second. His wings assisted him, propping him upright.

Within that second, a new blade plummeted into his top right wing, cutting across. He hissed and forced it out with his hand, forcing Mini back. The grey wing was completely ripped through, no longer moving.

Serae collapsed, his feathers falling out, a repeat of how his last wing had died off. The bones shuffled turning into dust quickly. The aged taint on his chest thumped, spreading wider, now seen from beyond his tattoos.