The door gave way, and people. . .no, not people, things, began to pour inside. Hideous beings, covered in. . .skin? One looked at her, and screamed.
Her feet finally coming unglued, Sheydra took a hesitant step backwards, and promptly fell over, landing in an undignified heap on her rear end. The one who had spotted her ran toward her, a sword held over hand. She watched in horrified fascination as the blade descended toward her, and screamed.
The blade never reached her.
Another sword stopped it cold, halfway to her. Startled, she glanced up to see a huge figure, in armor of all things, protecting her.
“You should pick on someone your own size,” the man said calmly, and then decapitated her attacker. He looked down at her.
“Might want to get up, and run,” he said, voice still calm. Then he was gone, amongst the attackers.
-- Archangel – Chapter Thirty by badkarma00