5 minute madness
Yaska drew her sword. She dodged two beams of lazor plasma. “Fool.”
She extended her wings, flying up the the faceless giant’s height. She thrust her body forward, piercing the skull. She swiftly removed her sword and flew to the next one. The angel had noticed her and reached out an arm to grab, to seek revenge.
“You fool! Kill that woman!”
Almost ten of the beasts turned to face her. Yaska was surrounded. She smiled, revealing her long Plainkind teeth. In nine swift motions she stabbed her weapon. The nine angels fell. She let out a Shriek, and the rest of the army turned to her.
“Come on, come on, come on!”
She dashed ahead into the fray.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, an angel was focused on one thing… A particularly delicious looking Solune. He was the pact maker. He was the one who planned all this. He wanted to taste the sweet flesh once more. The angel reached out.