13 Chapter 13 An Impossible Figh (1/2)

Airow paused as the four stepped outside of Bob's Bar.His ability to detect evil was working now, and he was confused.The small man was registering as neutral evil, but the tall one was neither evil nor good.

Pulling Grey to the side, he whispered, ”How do we know that we can trust these two?”

She glanced over at the two who were busy looking over a map and discussing where they needed to go next.

”They aren't lying to us, I can tell.Whatever their reasons for wanting to help, I'm grateful for it.We can't do this on our own, and we have to avoid the other angels as best we can.If word gets back to the elder angels what we're doing, we'll really be in trouble.”

”If angels are sent, we're done.We'll fall and become demons.I don't want that.”

”Neither do I,” said Grey.

”I think we need to head north from here,” said Guit, coming over to them with the map.”We are sensing the closest group of demons there.According to the map, there's a large city there, so that would make sense.”

Argen nodded as he approached.No reason to say anything, that would just take more effort.He was already dreading the trip.

”That's a long way,” said Grey, looking at the map.She wished they could fly part of the way, it would be faster, but she knew that was out of the picture if they wanted to keep their angel status a secret.

”There's a few horses that have been roaming around since the demons left.We may be able to catch some and ride them?” suggested Airow, looking around.

After several hours, they finally managed to capture four of the horses, but no matter how hard Guit tried, his would not let him ride it.Every time he tried to climb on, it would startle and shy away.As he stood there, gnashing his teeth, Grey grabbed the horse's halter and spoke softly to it, while Airow grabbed the small man under his arms from behind, and quickly hoisted him into the saddle.

Everyone stood still for a moment, waiting to see what would happen, as the horse thought about the situation.Its ears laid back along its head, and as its muscles bunched to fight, Airow joined Grey at its head, speaking softly to it and petting it gently.After another half an hour to make the horse remain calm, they were finally ready to leave the desolate town.

Through out all of the excitement, Argen had dozed in the shade of a half-destroyed wall.When his horse was led to him, he quickly jumped into its saddle, and waited, almost asleep again, for them to get Guit into his saddle.

As they finally started on their way north, a sound of flapping drew their attention.A large angel was sweeping towards them!

”It's the elder angel coming to check on the portal!” cried Guit, trying to get his unruly horse to cooperate as it spooked from his cry.

”What do we do?” asked Grey, panicked.

Airow watched as the angel swooped towards them, noting that the whiteness of the feathers seemed off.The more he focused on them, the more obvious it was that they were illusioned to look white.

”I think he has fallen.His wings only appear white, probably to throw off any angels that might be watching.I think we can safely fight him, without worrying about our own status.”

”He's evil,” said Argen, calmly watching the angel's approach.

”Tie the horses so they don't run away again,” said Grey to Argen, as she slid from her horse.Handing him her reigns, she drew the sword Airow had given her.

With a sigh, he took Airow's reigns too, and directed his horse to the other side of a demolished building.Guit tried his hardest to get his horse to follow, finally kicking it in the ribs hard enough for it to jump forward after Argen.As Argen grabbed the reigns of his horse too, he jumped from the saddle and ran over to Grey and Airow.

They looked at him curiously, but focused back on the incoming angel.

Argen tied the horses securely to a beam that stuck out of some of the debris, then sat down to watch.If they needed him, he might think about getting up to help, but starting with them, just seemed too exhausting.

The elder angel dived with his sword out, with a battle cry. The clouds in the sky were shoved back by his passing.