Of course, I do need to figure out which side is innocent and which side is not.
The sounds of fighting get louder, and I slow down, approaching cautiously so I can assess the situation and see whose side I need to be on.
Peering around a tree, it’s abundantly clear who needs to be ended. There is a group of supernaturals, all with a blank-eyed stare, all in uniform, mercilessly killing. The body of a child no older than ten is at the feet of one of them, which solidifies my decision.
The uniformed soldiers need to die. There is absolutely no excuse to kill a child.
My magic comes when I call it, and I create a fiery spear out of it, instructing it to cause the soldier standing over the top of the child immeasurable pain.
I release it as I step around the tree and jump straight into the battle.
There are shouts of shock as my spear makes contact with the soldier, and the supernatural howls in pain as he goes up in flames, and theneveryone turns to me. I fight defensively against those I deem to be good, and Asael sings through the necks of the supernaturals in uniform.
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that they are all supernaturals. Several of them turn into beasts that I have never seen before, while magic and spells fly around. The battle is even going on in the air, but something tells me that I need to keep my wings concealed, so I remain fighting on the ground. I’m still happier fighting on the ground than in the air anyway.
The person I set on fire carries on screaming, and a smile stretches my lips.
Those who aren’t in uniform seem to understand reasonably quickly that I’m not trying to fight against them, but rather with them, and they clearly decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Although the Trojan people really should have, I mean, that was their downfall – not looking a gifted horse in the mouth.
Maybe that’s where the saying comes from? Although I guess that wouldn’t make a lot of sense, because if the saying did come from the Trojans, then it would be to always look a gift horse in the mouth?
Despite the fact that my mind has wandered, the battle carries on around Asael and me, and we make our way through the uniformed soldiers.
As I fight, I realize that the uniformed soldiers have attacked a camp, and there are a lot of people here. The more I look around me while still making sure I take heads, the more I realize that this is not a temporary camp. This has been here for a long time, possibly even years, and is incredibly well established.
They thought they were safe here.
I see one of the uniformed soldiers enter a tent and hear a terrified scream.
Not today, mother fucker.
Rushing through the battle, I push my way through the tent to see a woman, fire in her eyes, around the same age as I am, with deep blue hair trailing around her as she wields a sword like she was born to do so.
Her glowing blue eyes meet mine briefly, and I tilt my head to the side, signaling that I’m going to go to the left. She nods and refocuses on the bloodthirsty creature in front of us, and I mean that literally. He is some kind of vamp, but the teeth are different from those of the vamps that I have dealt with in the past.
I assume that you can kill them the same way though.
Most things die if you cut their heads off.
“I’m going to enjoy tasting you,” the thing hisses through his two sets of fangs.
“Over my dead body,” the woman growls back with just as much ferocity as I realize that she wasn’t the one who screamed.
She’s protecting someone.
My eyes quickly scan the tent, and I find another woman huddling under the bed, her eyes wide with fear.
He carries on spouting disgusting things, and the woman simply looks bored until he attacks, and a wide smile crosses her features as she dances out of his way. I’m not entirely sure that she actually needs my help. In fact, I know that she doesn’t.
She’s fucking good.
Really good, and from how much she’s enjoying it, I would bet that we’d get along great.
The vamp thing makes a weird clicking gurgle sound, and suddenly the tent flap next to me opens.
Clearly, the clicking sound was calling for backup.
