Having regained the agility and confidence of his former self, Azrael began walking calmly toward one of the aliens, pulling the hood of his cloak over the top of his head. The alien, taking this calm demeanor as a sign of defenselessness, rushed hastily at him. Seconds before the blow was to penetrate his chest, Azrael swiftly turned, dodging the attack, and in the same moment, drawing both his daggers, cut the alien's side open. The wound apparently angering the creature, it turned to slash at him again, met with its attack being dodged and another wound inflicted. Now wary of Azrael's agility, it turned around once more, but held its ground. Azrael stood firm, and suddenly sensed an attack from behind. Dropping to his knees, he barely missed a lunge from behind him, and brought his dagger up into the attacking alien's throat. Bringing his other dagger up into the wound as well, and pulling the two blades away from eachother, he effectively killed the alien, its acidic blood dripping down and rolling off the hood of his cloak. Less than a second later, the first alien took this opportunity to send Azrael flying into the wall behind him, barreling into him full speed. Now Azrael, having lost his wind and being rather sore, was feeling anything but agile. He rolled sideways, and barely missed a slash to his face. Pain rushed through him. Putting his hand to his right eye, he pulled it away, red. The slash had missed his eye, but ran deep across it as three bleeding claw marks. Azrael needed time to regain his breath, but didn't have it. The alien was bearing down on him and there was nothing he could do in time.
(("I'm an Elfwoodian, myself" - Kitty has a gallery there too ^_^ also.. someone better save me
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