Snippet #2090080

I woke up in a daze, the Hellhound was there still silently guarding me. I felt sick to my stomach, naseaus. I grabbed an outcropping metal bar that belonged to rubble set high, and pulled myself up with my right arm. It hurt like hell. I could move my arm, if only barely. The Hellhound stirred and fell back a few steps to stand by my side. A massive beast. I stroked his hide gently, practicing the use of my left arm. I struggled to remember where my sword was. It was getting dark. My legs felt as jelly. My wings cracked and feathers fell as I struggled to fan them out. I mustered my strength, fighting back agony as I collected my weapons.

My armour was pretty much ruined, and so I left it. I walked silently, the dog never left my side, and instead pressed itself to my left side attempting to help me keep balance. I looked to the sky and prayed as I went.

Suddenly I heard voices. A demoness and a man. I drew my sword, wincing lightly. I crept along, hushing my new companion. Peeking around some rubble. There is just as much danger where there is beauty when dealing with a demoness. And she was beautiful. I stood gaining my composure and preparing to attack as best I could. It would be difficult to fight in this state.