She was hurt. Running, panting as she desperately tried to escape Slasher, who was hot on her trail. She was clutching her arm, trying to stop the blood flow as it poured down her arm.

Slasher had a machete in one hand and a chainsaw on his back. He was definitely dead set on killing her.

Brighteyes tripped on something and fell with a yelp, her shades falling off of her face and into the dirt. She landed onto the ground with an ‘oomph!’ And scrambled to turn around. Slasher was looming over her, his machete gripped tight.

She tried to back up, but Slasher stepped down onto her leg, pinning her down. Her breathing sharp as she realized that she didn’t have any chance to escape. She closed her eyes as Slasher struck downward.

There was the clash of metal. She opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was a man in a dark robe with a hood that shaded his eyes. He had brown curly hair that was barely visible from his hood along with two short wings protruding from his head and two giant golden wings on his back. He wielded a sword, the handle lined with gold that matched the gold stitching on his robe.

He stood in front of Brighteyes, his sword in hand as he blocked Slasher’s machete from hurting her.