Angels in Combat
'Bane. Game On!' Sunday muttered from his side.
'Game what?' Bane replied hi sarcastically ' Does any of this look like a game to you? Or did you forget that one of these demons could just easily snap you into half?' The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf replied scornfully.
'Yes... Way to go, you fool!' Sunday gritted his teeth, watching as Niniola took on the demons, shards of light exploding here and there and the occasional combustion of demons.
Literally speaking, the horde of demons that surrounded her we're not just her match. The only thing that made him get worried abit as that they were numerous, almost as if they never had an end as they continued swarming.
Cut down, chopped, slashing and exploded, the rest charged and charged on to the sole light emitting Irunmole that was Niniola. Still, she was powerful enough to handle them.
But he was not.