Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter three:

I drove for them, driving both my feet to the wraith's head, knocking him back from Thor; long enough for him to get one of his blades free and stab it right underneath its hood where I guessed its ugly face was. It screamed and shuddered, suddenly becoming dust as its cloak crumbling down to the ground.

       "You alright?" I asked, looking to Thor who breathed hard, clasping his reddened throat and nodded slightly, wiping blood from his shoulder.

       "Lilly!" Enrique yelled over the commotion.  I turned to see him wrench his blade free from a wraith that collapsed down to the ground. "C'mon, we've gotta get out of here. Falcon is issuing a full retreat."

       "Retreat?" I blurted.

       "Lilly! There's too many of them, several of our squad are wounded, we need to leave now!"

I looked down to the ground where several fallen Guardians lied in a pool of their own blood, daggers and swords fallen beside them. He was right, it was a blood bath. We were way over our heads with this one.

       "Take Thor and get out of here, I've got to find Falcon." Without waiting for his reply, I bolted off, dodging bodies that fell from the air and wraiths that chased me.

I squinted through the darkness and panicked lights from the fairies that scuttled to safety.

       I swooped down to the ground, my feet sinking into the spongy moss, landing with my own Spiteblade out and ready, tucking my wings against my side. I blinked, looking around. "Falcon?" I called looking around, the sky clearing with angels that retreated back out of the moors, the wraiths screaming after them. The hairs on my neck rose and my hand gripped the hilt tightly as I moved over the ground.

I was ready to strike as I heard sound of wings behind me. I rounded to see a Dark blade slicing towards me. I ducked and rolled out of the way, looking to my shoulder that had a thin line of blood that went over my scar and began to ooze. Once on my feet, I glared at a small Guardian that stood with his blade out, dark wings tucked against his side, and beady little eyes, matching his evil sneer.

       "You," I breathed at the rookie that tucked his feathery black thick wings against his body.

I growled and ran forward, my blade out. "Traitor!" I yelled striking my blade down, wincing at the harsh light along with sparks that flew to the ground at our feet.

Strike.

Duck.

Perry.

Dive.

Slice.

Repeat.

I dove for the second time, coming back up and felt a searing pain in my wing. I screamed and rolled down on to the ground, blood seeping from my tattered wing that stung and flapped against my side lamely.