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Dark Angel Part 9

... reached back and pulled out two rod-shaped objects. Long blades protruded from each metal rod. Ashriel grinned. “You need two blades to fight me?” Cyneolle yanked his respirator off. Ashriel frowned when he saw his mouth and nose. There was something oddly familiar about his mouth and nose. The cyborg angel snarled again. He had fangs and his back teeth, clearly visible in his sneering mouth, were shaped like canine teeth. “I will kill you,” he almost shouted, every muscle on his torso bulging with fury. Cyneolle came at him—running. Ashriel let him get close and ducked to the side last second, his black wing striking out and sending the cyborg flying into the wall again. To Ashriel, it was like thwarting off the attack of a fly. It was slightly disappointing. Cyneolle would not stay down and rushed Ash again. This time Ashriel engaged him. Swords sparked fire and Ashriel acknowledged his rival’s strength. Unfortunately, for the cyborg, it wasn’t enough to defeat Ashriel. He was accustomed to fighting against many. One cyborg was barely a warm up for Ashriel. They spun and slashed at each other. At one point Ashriel reached out and slapped the rebel leader. His goggles flew, and Ashriel stood staring dumbfound at his own face, but with darker skin and one cybernetic eye. It was enough to shock him out of kill mode. His mind tried to make sense out of what he was looking at, but the cyborg was still intent on hacking Ashriel to death. “Stop,” Ashriel bellowed as he reverted ...

... to just blocking Cyneolle’s hacking blows. When the cybernetic angel refused to stop his attack, Ashriel threw his body against him, knocking him back. Sprawled out on top of Cyneolle, Ashriel pinned his wings with his own. Again, the sense of being stabbed had Ashriel gasping. Cyneolle effortlessly tossed Ashriel off. His head hit the ground hard, and he felt the cyborg angel hovering over him as he tried to gather his wits. “Stop. Don’t hurt him. I love him.,” he heard Anniel shriek as the edge of Cyneolle’s blade bit into the side of his neck. Ashriel hissed in pain, but the cyborg withdrew his blade. Ashriel would have been beheaded otherwise. His hesitation had almost cost him his life. He clutched the side of his throat and looked up at the rebel leader. His body was immense, knotted with thick muscles. His flesh was a deep dark golden brown and his hair dark blond. His good eye was golden with a pale blue starburst shape around the pupil. The other was a metal ball but the iris in the center of the ball matched its unharmed twin. Cyneolle’s thick lips were peeled back, exposing his teeth in a snarl. He looked like he still wanted to kill Ashriel, his body shook with barely repressed violence, and his breath rasped in and out of his gritted teeth. “You’re the one that hurt her, aren’t you?” he growled with an inhuman voice. “Cyn, please. Don’t hurt him,” Anniel begged. Ashriel looked up and gasped when he saw her. She felt around the wall and reached both hands out, ...