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with its body. Flakes of burning embers floated to the ground, the
essence of the evil magic dissipated as he pushed himself off of
his back.
    Seated, he watched as the fighting that surrounded
his angel slowed. Those closest to her continued to fight, lunging
themselves through the opening and into the whirlwind that was her
blade, hoping to take her down with numbers more than skill or
weapons. Those furthest away had sensed the change the same moment
Dale and the hydra that remained floating in the water did. They
turned away from the threat that the angel imposed, allowing their
attention to draw to him.
    Dale could see the fire in their eyes. They looked
at him, and he could feel their magic probe deep into his body
where the seed of fear had sprouted. His weapon shook in his hands
as he forced himself to his feet. Holding the weapon, he held the
blade toward them. He didn't understand what it could do, or even
how to use it, but the demons hesitated as they approached him.
    Step by step they inched closer. Dark claws dug into
the earth as they approached. Their elongated snouts lifted in the
air as they inhaled the essence of the magic that Dale held in his
hands. He could see the saliva dripping from their jowls as they
grew nearer. Six demons spread as they approached, each snapping
their jaws as they remained far enough away to avoid the sword, but
close enough he could feel their teeth tearing at his skin
already.
    Sweat ran down Dale's hands. He wanted to be sick.
Blood covered him, and the stench of death filled the air. His
knees were weak as he took another step backward; he didn't know
how to fight, but he knew he couldn't allow them behind him. With
each step, he tried to turn away from the pool of water where the
hydra remained. If he fell, they would be on him. His throat was
dry as the aches of his burning heart throbbed through his
shoulders and down to the hands that gripped his father's gift.
    "Ah!" Dale shrieked.
    Pain scorched up his ankle as it turned sideways and
tumbled him backward. The heel of his boot snagged on the vines
that crafted his angel's tree stump seat and dropped him down, his
back hitting the soft branches that created the backrest. All six
of the demons growled excitedly, their eyes burning bright as they
dug their claws deep and bunched their muscles to attack.
    Swiftly, the line of demons swept to the side in a
howl of anger as Learnie's arm wrapped around the first and dragged
it across the ground and took the other five with it. All six
tumbled together and crashed into the outer wall, yelps of pain
rang out as the poison set in, but the evil would not be contained.
Racing to their feet, five of the six climbed back to their feet
and charged toward the pool of water. Their fight with Dale was
forgotten, their anger and lust for blood turned toward the
creature that had tattered their bodies with barbs and poisons that
tore down to their bones.
    Inching through the shadows, Dale watched as the
darkness struggled with the light of his vision. He could see the
carnage that laid around his angel, her form surrounded by the torn
bodies of countless enemies that continued to stream from the
forest. The Hydra, his male form hidden by his magic, struggled as
the five demons danced around, their claws and fangs wearing the
man and his serpent limbs down as blood and pieces of body floated
across the water.
    Dale let the tip of his father's sword touch the
ground as he leaned against the trunk of the Oak tree that provided
shade for his angel's bed. The only exit laid before him, filled
with the bodies of a hundred dead demons and it only lead him
deeper into the darkness that awaited them all.
    Fatigue cramped his muscles, he couldn't move, he
didn't want to move. Just yesterday his biggest worry was if there
would be enough rain to grow anything but thistle in his village's
garden. Now, he couldn't think of his life past the next few
moments. His angel couldn't lose. She had been