Death on Two Wings

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Desperation isn't an emotion that Nuri was used to. Though she managed to gut one of the wankers, Nuri had no time to clean the searing golden blood from her arm/spear. The rat with wings was flying further and further away and her own hell-born wings were weakened in the sunlight, which caused her to slowly sink into the vast ocean of clouds. There was no time to doubt herself and even less time to catch her breath. The only thing she did have time for was unwavering determination: She was going to catch that rat, she just had to.

Nuri chasing an angel after killing another one. Let's just say that she has a lot riding on killing that angel before he gets back to heaven.

Now that this fucker is done, I can continue with s'more stuff. Stay tuned.

Nuri belongs to me