Wingless Angel

The two bitter rivals stood in the forest clearing. Sunlight glinted off Tino's white blade as he unsheathed it. Zak rested his battle axe on his shoulder, his red hair mingling with the black axe head. Time seemed to come to a screeching halt as they stood, waiting. With blurred movements they were upon one another. Sparks flew as blade met axe. Both were focused on one goal. Revenge. Zak knocked Tino back, crashing him into a pine tree.

The tree shook violently, sending down a shower of pine thistles into the face of Tino. Tino stood, his blade held loosely at his side. He held the blade upwards, the edge facing him "Sacred blade of judgement...become my wings!" Tino spoke. A milky white aura surrounded his dark figure, transforming him. Echoes of the past rang in his ears, he knew there was no turning back.

The once white blade had turned a dark blue, Tino's skin turned snow white. Even his eyes changed from their once crystal blue, now a dark yellow. It was time to fulfill his oath. He stepped forward and pointed his blade at Zak,
"Perish."

Zak began to ready his battle axe, only to find a piercing pain in his chest that shot to his spine. He looked down in shock and saw Tino's blade shoved into his chest. Zak knew it was over. Tino jerked out the blade and shoved it in once more. Blood spurted from the wounds.

"Begone!" And with that last phrase Tino sliced off the head of Zak, his body now lying limp on the ground.

"Too bad for you I keep my promises."