“Gh…okay…this guy’s good.” He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, smirking like a schoolboy who was about to put a bug down someone’s shirt, waving away the cloud of dust and debris as he stood with a groan from the rubble of the building he’d been throw into.

“Wh…” He felt a pain in his leg and looked down. It wasn’t healing…it was actually bleeding. What the hell?

“Hey.” He spoke up, looking around as he held up his two fire arms after he reloaded them. “I gotta question for ya. Ya obviously ain’t human, but I don’t think you’re demon either.” He stepped forward, seeing a silhouette through the dust and smoke. Wings…?

“Just what the hell are you huh?”