Fight or Flight

Clawed hands reached out towards him, the figure shrouded in black smoke. Angelo’s gloves were already glowing blue. His eyes gleamed the same blue, almost illuminating the room around him. 

The power seeped from gloved hands into the wood handle and grip of his crossbow. The bolt nestled in the flight groove started to shine blue white, he squeezed the trigger. The creature howled in pain as the bolt slammed into its chest. Black smoke and clawed shadows squirmed against the bolt that impaled it to the wall. Angelo’s left hand continued to glow, the power giving him the strength to easily reload his crossbow. Powered flowed from gloves to weapon once more and the bolt was let loose. The piercing blue-white bolt drove through the creature’s head, or at least what Angelo was pretty sure was its face.

The power seeped from gloved hands into the wood handle and grip of his crossbow. The bolt nestled in the flight groove started to shine blue white, he squeezed the trigger. The creature howled in pain as the bolt slammed into its chest. Black smoke and clawed shadows squirmed against the bolt that impaled it to the wall. Angelo’s left hand continued to glow, the power giving him the easy strength to easily reload his crossbow. Powered flowed from gloves to weapon once more and the bolt was let loose. The piercing blue-white bolt drove through the creature’s head, or at least what Angelo was pretty sure was its face.

Angelo pressed a button on the side of his crossbow handle. The gears and metal around the wood clinked to life. Metal and wood spinning and contracting in on itself. In a few seconds the two-handed crossbow was no bigger than a book, Angelo stowed it in his knee-length jacket. By the time he reached the door the creature had disappeared. Whether into fine dust or back to the Darkness he didn’t know. He peered out of the doorway into the next hall cautiously, the creature’s screams weren’t the most silent. They weren’t expecting creatures though, it was just supposed to be their damned servants.

He could hear the scuffling and grunting of someone from the end of the hall. A hooded person stumbled backward from around the corner. As they hit the floor their hood fell back revealing a man’s face, he looked utterly terrified. Angelo regarded him with pure hatred, these cultists were all the same. Hiding behind powers they didn’t understand and not accepting their fate when the Darkness showed to not give a damn about them. The man was scrambling to his feet when a dagger flew passed his face, plunging into the wall behind him.

The dagger’s handle, which was carved to the likeness of a falcon, was giving off the same blue glow. A blue mist engulfed the area around the dagger and the mist gave way to a woman, now grasping the dagger with her right hand. The cultist turned to face her just in time for his forehead to catch the hatchet. Angelo admired his impromptu partner’s skill even if she was less than subtle, he thought. No doubt if the creature’s screams didn’t make them obvious by now it was Thora’s trail of battle and blood.

Thora looked down the hallway and saw Angelo, her face unchanging. There was a grim determination on her face under fire-red bangs that gave away nothing. An alarm bell rung out around the compound which made them glance out the windows. More cultists were taking positions in the courtyard and Angelo could make out more creatures of the Dark. The doors of the building across the courtyard burst open. A cackle of laughter came from the figure emerging from the doors, it was her.

Angelo knew it was best for them to retreat. He glanced back at Thora, who was still glaring down at the courtyard. She finally looked down the hall at Angelo, he shook his head at her. Angelo didn’t think a face could get any more determined looking, as her brow furrowed. In that moment, he knew she had no plans of running. She threw the glowing dagger into the room in front of her and Angelo heard a window shattering. Thora peered at him out of the corner of her eye as she vanished, leaving behind a blue mist.

“Damn it…” he muttered.


via Daily Prompt: Partner

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