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Dark Angel Part 12

... making the alpha bleed rather than just outright kill him, something Ashriel would have done without stopping to consider any other alternative. Zobrawn sank his fangs and tore Cyneolle’s flesh. Cyneolle also alternated between punching and biting. He tore one of Zobrawn’s ears off, knocked a canine tooth out, but it didn’t matter because another one would grow to replace it. Zobrawn in turn managed to grip Cyneolle’s left arm in his jaws and bit down with enough force to almost rip the appendage off. Sparks and black fluid gushed out. Cyneolle lost use of his left arm. With a roar, Cyn turned and flicked his white wing. Just like any other Seraph's, the might in that wing was enough to send the wolf leader flying twenty feet away. Cyneolle snarled, lifting his right arm. The remaining metallic arm guard lit with green fire as he took aim. “Go on, you coward,” the alpha snarled, spitting blood. “Use your cyborg weapons. You can never defeat me as a wolf because you’re a filthy, worthless, half-breed shit. You never were or ever will be pack worthy.” Ashriel watched as Cyneolle’s arm began going down. He was too angry. Ashriel was not. Ashriel only craved dispensing death, like any death angel would. Stepping up next to his nephew again, he let his wing brush against Cyneolle’s quivering white one. “Cyneolle is so much more than you. He doesn’t need a pack that turns its back on one of their own. He has his real family now, the Alpha Angels…and Dark Angels. He’s one of us.” ...

... *** Anniel struggled against Natanael when both her son and Ashriel flew headlong into the multitude of snarling werewolves. “Nooo,” she cried out in terror. Chameleon turned liquid silver and joined the fray as well. Blood and gore spattered everywhere. Ashriel looked like a berserker, striking so fast he created a trail of red as he pushed farther into the group of wolves. Cyn also fought valiantly despite his limp arm. Chameleon, having killed a great portion of wolves began stalking Groggo. Wide eyed, the filthy little alien reached back and hit a button on the console before the cage containing Eriel. Chameleon tried to stop him, flying right at Groggo and spearing him with two blades that slid from his arms. Groggo dropped into a lifeless heap on the floor. Anniel shrieked when she saw the trap door beneath Eriel snap open. The reaper fell into a tank swarming with flesh eaters. Chameleon literally flowed through the mesh cage into the pit. “Oh-god,” Anniel screamed again. “They’ll be eaten alive.” Cyneolle jumped to the top of the cage and used his fire to burn a wide hole. Anniel watched mesmerized as a silver glob inched its way toward the hole. It looked like a giant silver egg. The liquid blob flowed out of the hole until it rested on top of the cage. Slowly the gelatinous substance drained away from Eriel until it reformed into Chameleon again. Eriel looked like he hadn’t been bitten or scratched. Still she held her breath as both Chameleon and Cyneolle examined ...