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floated by, torn and silent as the
hydra bit one in half and shook its remains before throwing it back
to the forest. Ghostly figures crawling on all fours climbed the
serpent's body, scales and thorns falling as the beasts shredded
its skin in any attempt to bring the defender down.
    Dale could feel the beat of his heart as the blood
pounded in his ears. Fear washed down his spine, the sensation
leaving his limbs numb as he struggled to find the strength to
move. Shouts and shrieks filled the night as rain started to
trickle around the forest alcove.
    In only a few moments, the sprinkle of water opened
the heavens above as the rain began to fall in sheets and
lightening streaked across the sky. Droplets trickled down Dale's
face as he watched his angel's light continue to bounce through the
darkness, its movements hard to watch, but the screams of her
victims rang loud and clear.
    He wanted to help; he wanted so badly to protect her
as his dreams had told him to. What could he do? The evil that
leaked from the demons was an ooze that covered him like a skin,
its fear sinking deep into his soul as he could only watch in
horror.
    "Ah!"
    Her voice crackled in his mind as her light tumbled
across the opening and stopped with a thump against the tree line
across from him. Cracks zigzagged their way up the wall as he
watched her figure pull itself together from the light, her power
struggling to continue the fight as she sprawled on the ground.
    Blood covered her armor, black and oily as it
stained her chest. Crimson red trickled down her forehead as he
watched her face wince in pain as she pushed herself to her knees,
the howls of darkness closing tightly around her. A large groan
vibrated over the storm as he watched her regain her footing, the
light of her power hesitating as her body started to transform.
    Thrashing in the water behind him, Dale turned only
a moment before that shredded corpse of a demon, bloody snout, and
fire red eyes splattered at his feet.
    "Oh my god!" Dale cowered as his legs kicked into
drive and thrusted him backward.
    Demon blood, salty and rank with iron covered his
face as he stumbled onto his back. With a roll to the side, Dale
felt his hand grip onto something that his mind had lost sight of,
but the feeling of warmth flooded his soul the moment his skin made
contact.
    Light erupted through the forest as the shadows
retreated in his vision. The cloud of evil disappeared as Dale's
eyes widened to what he could see. Men, or what could once be
called men, ran on all four limbs as they surrounded his angel.
Their bodies were starved, the joints enlarged and grotesque from
their transformation, but the dark power within them ate at their
souls. Their red eyes burned as the demonic need for power consumed
everything around them.
    His angel continued to fight. He could see her
graceful form tear into her enemies, her blade slicing through the
demons like a hot knife through butter, but he could see her
strength failing. Claws had torn her silk dress as dark stains
wrapped themselves around her like the hands of a lover. There was
no fear in her eyes as she pushed deeper into the enemy, her
determination was unending as the odds against her were too high
for victory.
    With a squeeze of the blade's handle, Dale pushed
himself to his knees as he felt the presence behind him. Magic
pricked the skin on his back, the tiny hands of the devil searching
for a weakness it could use to take him. The demon sniffed the fear
that cloaked Dale like an aura; it inched its way closer as the
pounding of Dale's heart throbbed in his head.
    Biting down on his lip, Dale spun and swung the
weapon out in front of him like a shield as he fell backward. The
demon reacted to the quick movement, clawed hands extended, Dale
could see the transformed man's jaws open, and pointed teeth
dripping with venom as it lunged forward.
    Black magic exploded in front of Dale's face as the
demon became a pile of ash at the moment his blade made